Amygdala Starved
Shut mine eyes and close my throat
Cut from me my senses
Maybe then my parting note
Will drift back through my defenses
Cut out my thoughts and burn my heart
Amygdala starved and drowned
Maybe then I’ll wait to part
If first I bathe in silent sound
Static, static, no reception
When all seems quite lost
My shining eyes for your deception
Buried in warm frost
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2017
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