#23 – Broken Hits: A Description Poem


I can hear my heart beat indecisively,
Sometimes I am such a Jerk

Unsure of what to think of
In Shadows that surround me

Till I sought out a passion
To nourish and be my Soul Food

Most of My dayz are spent
Make out who I am beneath the noise

High to the fucking gills
Sirens cry a Fantasy Opera

On that High M3 Ride to BP
Happy as fuck
I couldn’t wait to see you.

– Inspired by ASM-SAN’s Broken Hits

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