Does it hurt?

By Rim

 Incorporeal body

Juicy lips

A soothing song

Even memories fade and become shadows of what they were

I see our memory in the desert

Dancing on sun's ray

Bloody sky, like the afrer war

I am listening to some rock stars 

Feeling the urge to make some weird movement 

I call it dance

Your smoking hot gaudiness

Has my mind enshrouded

Beauty full of ugliness 

Has my lungs exhausted 

Full of zeel and the mesmerizing breath

I want to explore your imperfection 

Smell your hallucinations 

Eat your moody art of insulting 

Blind darkness full of emptiness 

I scream voiceless 

Even the deaf man in front of me would recognize it

Left then right, searching for an object that can be harmful enough to scratch my skin

Ears so busy with music 

Loud and mad

It's that kind of music that you won't enjoy but comprehend 

A massive scare on my arms

Which now i want to hide 

Some clouds are too high to reach 

My own cloud is invisible 

You can see the dark, the sun, the stars 

But it's will rain haphazardly 

With no clouds to see

A miracle, isn't it? 

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