Pious

a clustered mind is not a beneficial one
i am being choked mentally
thoughts flow through my head like a verbose raging river
rambling four word phrases, jumping from noun to noun
i yearn to live for 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 seems existent, creating the smell of perfume
the fumes turn into a plague overbearing my senses
with some imaginary woman who fucks me from hello
when i open my eyes i see a reflection of myself lost and motionless