In the static

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The distortion

It rings in my ears

Destroying their drums

With a steady tone

It delves deeper

down into the tunnels

Liberating every fibre

it can reach

Of my innermost self

My veins, burst

My body, ruptured

I vomit from my core

In absolute euphoria

Until there’s nothing left

All colour, stripped

All memories, faded

Dreams, white

A single tone rings out

There is beauty

In the Distortion

 

 

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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