Pious

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