modestly irrate

Buzzing refrigerator motor that creates the broken ambiance that forces me to acknowledge all my surroundings focus on my thoughts and create more issues, the awkward bulge in the right pocket of these jeans is a mean cigarette meant for a nicotine fiend, fiend dreams accomplish reoccurring schemes but they usually end with the loss of all currency, and when the accounts come down to a modest nothing now no entourage will suffocate you as your tears garble your wretched sound, croon to croon it is the drive that impresses you, the more pain you have the more work comes out these sickly fingers that will crack and stiffen to hold a pen that soaks up these rambling now and again, relax, don't do it, you'll never come to a conclusion, it's the horror of climax to return to prefix, losing sight of the suffix suffice it's purpose which is necessarily meaningless because every completion is private and defeated by inability to "let it out".





I suffocate the silence,
cup my ears to trying hide it..