I was born thinking aloud,

Until the need to remain silent smacked

My stems of speech in its place.

*

System of a down.

Behave now,
Hold still; let me be
Wired in your single motion;
Turning and twisting

Our words
Deep in quiescent gaze
As I lift my heartened spirits
Whilst you simply let it

Fall, don't stay
For meaningless verbiage
Still lost in the beating
Of battered wounds

Like connecting cables with
Soldiers in file; encircled
By the dying flames
Waiting for

The crash.

*

I speak the root of every thought,

Letting you run past the echoes of my chambers, but you left;

And upon reception - I broke down.



Don't we all think too much?

Labels: Compositions, Thoughts