There is a riot in my head,
So chaotic, full of dread.
Fires burn over broken glass,
Spreading fast, blazing flesh.
They are looting everything,
Abducting unassuming strangers,
Harming innocent bystanders,
They flourish in the chaos they made.
They hate what they have become,
What they have chosen,
What they were given,
What they were left with.
There is a riot in my head,
But I just sit and watch instead.
How they demand more of the same,
How tomorrow will be more insane.
There is a riot in my head,
And here we don't bury the dead.
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
There is a riot in my head,
So chaotic, full of dread.
Fires burn over broken glass,
Spreading fast, blazing flesh.
They are looting everything,
Abducting unassuming strangers,
Harming innocent bystanders,
They flourish in the chaos they made.
They hate what they have become,
What they have chosen,
What they were given,
What they were left with.
There is a riot in my head,
But I just sit and watch instead.
How they demand more of the same,
How tomorrow will be more insane.
There is a riot in my head,
And here we don't bury the dead.
This is what overthinking feels like to me.
