im one who's known for
having things to say
stories to write
im always busy doing something
that has to do with stringing
intangible words into dim
constellations spread out
in the vast sea of stars
there's always things swirling
and sloshing around in my head
at times it's so overwhelming
that I just shut down
and let the noise drown me
i listen to the demons screeching
and let them eat alive,
i let them spit me back out
before I know it
that routine becomes a constant cycle
i got so used to the constant chattering
and the splatter of blood on my sleeves
of course I noticed
that when you said my name
everything stopped
