No-Name No: 52
My behavior is erratic,
my brain is...
floating above me.
Life throws s--- at you
and it lingers after you clean it up.
We had our moments together.
What solves your brain prison syndrome?
It's like thinking about thinking
circling the drain and sinking.
also occur to help show them
that although they live different lives,
they are also part of the same path."
Reply with friction,
soul twins, shiftin'
a matched rhythm to fix it.
Just a fraction of our hell.
We know the outcome too well.
I'm blending in your fan section
you're up in your residence.
we're like two wax candles that melted.
Copyright © Patrick Farley IV | Year Posted 2017
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