A Clustered Mind Is Not A Benefical One

I Am Being Chocked Mentally

Thought Flow Through My Head

Like A Verbose Raging River

Tambling Four Word Phrases

Jumping From Noun To Noun

I Yearn To Live For A A Person

That Can Make Me Feel Like Pious

But Instead I Am Shattered By Irreverence

I Want Someone Who Allows Themselves

To Live Without Margins

To Be Bereaved

Nights Turn Into Days

And I Can Only Remember My Dreams

They Seem Existent

Creating The Smell Of Perfume

The Fumes Turn Into A Plague

Overbearing My Senses

With Some Imaginary Woman

Who Fucks Me From Hello

When I Open My Eyes

I See A Reflection Of Myself

Lost And Motionless