Worshipped

Worshiped:

You flooded my senses and scrambled my perception.

I can\'t explain what happened that day, how you tossed me against my
wills.

But I can explain you.

We awed them all, we shocked the shockless.

We pured the defiled.

We laughed at nothing yet cried for all.

We drank in the sights and tasted the sounds.

We felt the emotions of the stoic.

You were no longer hidden to me, but standing tall in the presence of
our secret world.

You were worshiped that day, and that isnt blasphemy.

~END~