SPOKEN WORD

Some days, my thoughts shriek so loud, that they congest the rest of my mind
Other days, they chant lullabies, as if nothing has ever happened
One moment I'm up, then the next I'm crumbling down to my knees
One or the other, it's consistent drowning with no one to rescue me

But for God's sake, do they realize what horrid phrases the voices scream?
I'm awaiting to go home, where it's all white and peaceful
I have days when I'm so narcissistic
I swear I can commence the world as if every millisecond is a luxury of size and sounds
At moments, my dispute comes out so rapid
All I get is crude looks and mumbles, some days I love him
Other times I swear, he's the devil in disguise

During my manic episodes, he spoke so soft
As if I was a fallen angel
As if I was a fallen angel
That was overflowing
That was overflowing with light