Just a stab
A straight line
Invisible
Said I'd be fine
Just some feedback
From the stereo
That is my mind
That fear in you
Broken breakfast
In the morning
I ate some of my pride
Now I'm mourning
Because I've got a headache
Maybe a migraine
When the screaming
Turns into high pain
When the chit-chat
Turns into monsters
And my instincts
Try to conquer
It's a brain of
Concrete walls and
Winter coming
When fall ends
No more sweet syrup
From orange trees
It's burning hiccups
And foreign bodies
Because I've got a headache
Maybe a migraine
When the screaming
Turns into high pain
When the chit-chat
Turns into monsters
And my instincts
Try to conquer
I've got a headache
Maybe a migraine
When the sleeping
Turns into nigh vain
when the quarrels
bite into your brain
and your pleasures
on the floor, slain
Just a stab
A straight line
Invisible
Said I'd be fine
pillow on my head
to kill the sounds
fallen low in my bed
to come around
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Puff
Poetry"i pretended they were pieces of ecstasy, but you didn't even look at me." Puff. Puff-puff. Poetry collection. This collection of poems is standalone from my music (or is it), and is purely poetry. English. Poetry. These poems tackle the different p...
