Wicked

Drifting away in outer space
Doodling over the cybernet
Something comes on TV
Something sensationally wrecking

Hollywood with it's charms and bling
Hollywood without any substance
Just to come out a simple story line
They reawaken the trauma within me

Seven months has passed
The scars of betrayal healing
Wounds fading away
Suddenly torn open

Reliving the scene in my mind
Recounting the traumatic experience
Refeeling the disorientated emotions
All in an hour too late to contact him.

So what could i say?
What can i do?
Except reach out for help from above,
And classify the scene, wicked.

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Sorry for those who suddenly see me become very odd last nite. Hope this explains abit. I'm rather 'out' now...