And I swallow metaphoric medication
Until they burn down my throat
And similes are like cereal for breakfast
With which I refuse to partake
My words bleed out
Personifying my grief
Hyperbole is too big a mass I can explain
It would take years to finish
Would roses choked in thorns be a symbol of oppression
Or a nature of destruction in beauty
Take me to the emergency room
I'm sick of this language I speak
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
And I swallow metaphoric medication
Until they burn down my throat
And similes are like cereal for breakfast
With which I refuse to partake
My words bleed out
Personifying my grief
Hyperbole is too big a mass I can explain
It would take years to finish
Would roses choked in thorns be a symbol of oppression
Or a nature of destruction in beauty
Take me to the emergency room
I'm sick of this language I speak
