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 f**ks me from hello When i open my eyes I see a reflection of myself Lost and motionless