An opinion about nothing at all
Please don't leave me here alone, in my brainspace
this has become a very dangerous place
for me to face
all alone.
I lie worth living, this continuous disgrace
and all of my trust has been misplaced
because to be safe
means solitude.
So in which direction do I begin to make
a senseless confusion of all the fake,
the calamities I take
too seriously.
What's it like to live in my head?
Picture a place where everything is dead
and veins have all bled
a viceral mess.
But it's the silver lining of any cloud
when feet actually touch the ground
I'm alone in this crowd
of whispering voices.
Please tell them to be quiet
my body is on the verge of a required riot
a product of all the lying
I do to myself.
I need to know all your secrets
because if you can live with regret
and countless years of neglect
so can I.
But I just want them silenced
the buzz in my brain has become a tireless tyrant
that runs rampant in the quiet
of living my life.
