Pious के बोल

a clustered mind is not a beneficial one i am being choked mentally thoughts flow through my head like a verbose raging river rambling four word phrases, jumping from noun to noun i yearn to live for a person that can make me feel like pious but instead i am shattered by irreverence i want someone who allows themselves to live without margins, to be bereaved nights turn into days and i can only remember my dreams they seems existent, creating the smell of perfume the fumes turn into a plague overbearing my senses with some imaginary woman who fucks me from hello when i open my eyes i see a reflection of myself lost and motionless