I don`t want to talk.
Stump me with a word.
Shatter my depth of understanding with what is obvious to you.
Cut into my ineptitude.
Scar my ego.
I walk sifting through a vat of listless minds.
I wake missing the disturbing manifestations of my subconscious.
I drift off listening to dead conversation.
I am conceited and my irritability grows with the limitations of here.
I stay home.
Dirty me not with your obvious bantering.
I am annoyed with your attempt.
You have nothing to offer me.
Brother, is this what I am to you.
Nothing am I if I am this.
I don`t want to talk.
I am not here, I never was.
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