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Whip It
Heads pounding
hearts racing
chills crawl up my skin
tears leak from both eyes
as i laugh at my own stupidity
there's yelling in the background
someone moans beside me
my world has been tilted off its axle
my body floats outside of itself
and i smile
for once i have found peace
even if its temporary
my hands roam whatever surrounds
and i feel trapped
yelling at my own inner demons
suddenly i feel hot
stripping out of what little i have
left on
i let my hair loose
and laugh once again at the
freedom
the beauty
of this ultimate high
i find myself on
as my tongue rolls in my mouth
i pick up a sweet texture
that coats the roof of my mouth
my lips are dry
and the cuts on my hands
and knees
scream for attention
opening my eyes i realize
im no longer trapped
but outside
laying on the hard cold street
while cars zoom past me
my friends shout
"Get the fuck up....someone just grab her"
but all i hear is a sweet humm
as my ears buzz and my head pounds
i feel hands roam me
and arms try to lift me
struggling to my feet
i stand and sway
holding on to whoever has me
whispering nonsense
only to be told once again
to quiet the fuck down
and snap out of it
i try to pull away and come to my senses
but everything is but a blurr
laying in the backseat of a car
i confess my secrets
without shame
and let my body wind down
my limbs feel heavy
i try to kick the empty cans
of dust cleaner
at my feet
trying to remember what just happened
my phone vibrates against my chest
but i cant move i can only
sigh at the feeling
of one fucked up night
hearts racing
chills crawl up my skin
tears leak from both eyes
as i laugh at my own stupidity
there's yelling in the background
someone moans beside me
my world has been tilted off its axle
my body floats outside of itself
and i smile
for once i have found peace
even if its temporary
my hands roam whatever surrounds
and i feel trapped
yelling at my own inner demons
suddenly i feel hot
stripping out of what little i have
left on
i let my hair loose
and laugh once again at the
freedom
the beauty
of this ultimate high
i find myself on
as my tongue rolls in my mouth
i pick up a sweet texture
that coats the roof of my mouth
my lips are dry
and the cuts on my hands
and knees
scream for attention
opening my eyes i realize
im no longer trapped
but outside
laying on the hard cold street
while cars zoom past me
my friends shout
"Get the fuck up....someone just grab her"
but all i hear is a sweet humm
as my ears buzz and my head pounds
i feel hands roam me
and arms try to lift me
struggling to my feet
i stand and sway
holding on to whoever has me
whispering nonsense
only to be told once again
to quiet the fuck down
and snap out of it
i try to pull away and come to my senses
but everything is but a blurr
laying in the backseat of a car
i confess my secrets
without shame
and let my body wind down
my limbs feel heavy
i try to kick the empty cans
of dust cleaner
at my feet
trying to remember what just happened
my phone vibrates against my chest
but i cant move i can only
sigh at the feeling
of one fucked up night
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