Pious

a clustered mind is not a beneficial one

i am being choked mentally

thoughts flow through my head like a verbose raging river

rambling four word phrases, jumping from noun to noun

i yearn to live for 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 seems 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