My brain!
Oh my brain.
It's the words, the words I don't know,
it's my fingers that won't help.
I can't express,
like a mother's milk from her breast,
these words sour inside me,
because I don't know them
and I need them
My feelings will make me insane,
I will rip out my heart
and my brain
and this throat with a
******* lump so I can't even speak
Speak!
And even if I speak I can't connect the speak with the think
and the feelings slink in
and slide all over my brains
my brains
It's red and red
and blue
and grey
grey.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
My brain!
Oh my brain.
It's the words, the words I don't know,
it's my fingers that won't help.
I can't express,
like a mother's milk from her breast,
these words sour inside me,
because I don't know them
and I need them
My feelings will make me insane,
I will rip out my heart
and my brain
and this throat with a
******* lump so I can't even speak
Speak!
And even if I speak I can't connect the speak with the think
and the feelings slink in
and slide all over my brains
my brains
It's red and red
and blue
and grey
grey.
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