My throat clears out a path
To leak a stream of infidelity
I cannot seem to swallow
But Someone might have put
A ten ton catastrophe in my chest
Or blown a black balloon, big and hollow
With no catalyst can I digest blind eyes
To the truth I gorge with my heart
To the secret pain in which I wallow
Be it a poetic nest, or a loser's hole
I escape the demons who run the head
And let my nightmares run shallow
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
My throat clears out a path
To leak a stream of infidelity
I cannot seem to swallow
But Someone might have put
A ten ton catastrophe in my chest
Or blown a black balloon, big and hollow
With no catalyst can I digest blind eyes
To the truth I gorge with my heart
To the secret pain in which I wallow
Be it a poetic nest, or a loser's hole
I escape the demons who run the head
And let my nightmares run shallow
In accordance with those whom I mistakenly labelled as "friends "
