Pt1/3
Vision fades on and off Soon the sense is completely unoccupied Not a twinge of light is ever recalled Forgotten sight as a sensation ever perceived Body more absent than numb Your eyes burn, heavy and dry All thoughts are removed Replaced with the hum of dead static Soon becomes The sharp screeching of static Intensification of sound forces you to the ground Ability to experience touch enfeebles drastically
Awesome poem (Part 1/3) written by my best friend, skarlett621















