God please help me
The beats overcome me
My feet start commuting
Brain starts bopping
Heart race hopping:
Euphoric Euphoria
Drowning plethora
Will never need euthanasia
Just play me sweet beats
Listen to my words hit
BAM! BAM! BAM!
like gun shots they ram
Against your cranium
Oh this is my delirium
Drowning in wordy aquarium
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
