Disturbed

This poem describes what disturbed is.

Disturbed

Disturbed is the color blue of the seas disturbed by it's neverending waves crushing the damp moist sand.

Disturbed feels like zombies rearranging your insides underneath the moon lit sky.

Disturbed sounds like that stupid voice of yours i hate when i think deep at night in prolong thought.

Disturbed tastes like rejected food hobos eat in the streets.

Disturbed smells like you when you wear that stank colongue.

Disturbed looks like you when you wear that rejected striped shirt.

EW..