8-29-15
I PLAY THIS FUCKING MUSIC WAY TOO LOUD
BUT IT DROWNS EVERYTHING OUT
SO FOR NOW,
THE BASS RICOCHETS THROUGH MY LONG PAST SHATTERED BONES
AND DANCES ACROSS MY ICE COLD FINGERTIPS,
NUMBING ME LIKE THE BEST DRUG
AND MAKING IT SO THE VOIES IN MY HEAD AREN'T LOUD ENOUGH.
I'M JUST TRYING TO WASH IT OUT,
LET IT CIRCLE THIS DRAIN
LIKE EVERYTHING I WAS OKAY BECAUSE OF.
I TEAR MYSELF TO PIECES,
HOPING TO BE OKAY
BUT TO NO AVAIL.
- (m.m)