Thoughts bubble over like a drink poured.
I have carved myself a space in oblivion.
The galaxies reckon me.
Atrophied brain yells at me for heeding.
Perished heart bleeds on its own will.
Skin craves for a touch.
Words stuck in my throat claws over my flesh,begging to get out.
I make small talk with sleep,but paralysed in my own nocturnal world.
I hate anything sweet in human,they are cloyingly sickening.
Inspiration hits me at ungodly hours.
I am a sleep deprived,lingering soul
High on everything that drives normalcy away.