My mind is full of catacombs and cobwebs

Can you see the mustard in my ears?

Bits of sound that didn’t quite make it within me

Along with my runny nose and the words that tumble from my mouth

Like men leaping from skyscrapers regretting it the moment they did.

A vow of silence, i think I could handle it

Yet I speak so much, I think it’s to hear my own voice

And assure myself that I’m okay and give myself a break from my head.

I turn my mind off and my mouth on and this is how I make friends

that leave quickly.


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