Loud Machine

There are words beneath 
what come out at night
you're fast asleep 
but for me the time 
is a loud machine....

im afraid to dream 
because the things i see that are set up by my own mind...
...well they surely don't comfort me
can you come with me
to an open place with a loud machine?
it's taking up the space
but you give me room to breathe.

I think with the radio on, 
im starting to wonder if something is wrong
cant seem to distinguish between every song
all playing at once in a loop that goes on 
it's wearing away at my foundation, 
but you scare it off.

can you come with me 
to that open place 
with a loud machine?
its taking up the space
but you give me room to breathe
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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