Pious

A clustered mind is not a beneficial one
I am being chocked mentally
Thought flow through my head
Like a verbose raging river

Tambling four word phrases
Jumping from noun to noun
I yearn to live for a 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 seem 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