I read street art once,
that said, "lonely people
talk too much." I prove
my loneliness in para-
graphs to you that light
my darkest caverns. I
create my self-destruction
through my wordy negligence,
and this is why I can't subsist
in the world I make for myself.

I am a well spoken fool
with a very loud brain.
A brain that likes to chew
on itself and cringe as if it
were eating a whole lemon.

Christ, I'm the idiots you
died for.