Pious

A clustered mind is not a beneficial 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