Pious
A clustered mind is not a beneficial 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