Volume 91, Issue 58
Tuesday, January 13, 1998
|ARTS AND ENTERTAINMENT
Chemical dreams burn minds in gasoline.
Scarred veins covers arms,
And my memories burn in these fires,
Like addictions to love that time expires.
Raped innocence with plastic lust.
Blackened lungs with every thrust.
Recycled nature on lusting beds.
Manufactured feelings for the living dead.
My flesh, challenged with every vice,
Is the victim of my own device.
And my soul throbs from this violence,
Alone in sterile halogenous silence.
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