You can hear a pin drop
when the brain goes pop
and you can't see the world
for all the rain drops
and then it all stops
suspended outside of reality
hitting like a crushing finality
but it's no fatality,
in actuality, it's more like taking a drug
and being treated like a ****
no more kisses
no more hugs
no more best wishes
you're on you own
atop your thrown of throwaway thoughts
surrounded by all of the ghosts which haunt
their cheekbones thin and gaunt
carrying all of their sins - they flaunt
the cha cha chatter of the keyboard
allows you to soar
up up and away
looking for a better day
but let me put it in a simpler way,
when the words start to drop,
you can hear a pin drop