THIS MORNING. 2.10 am

Give me some sounds

So I can hear my yelling in disguise

Give me the morning so I can get up

And feel death crawling as I walk

Give the yawning so I can pretend sleepiness

To intermitently lose my head in the middle of the infinite darkness of the room my mind has created.

Give me a body to love and worship

To then tore into pieces gradually and with intencional cruelty

Give me some words so I can find some clarity in this destroyed throat

That can’t even understand what it’s voice says

Give me a voice so it can sing beautifully

But  not let be a connection between what the head thinks and it sound

Give me a bright mind

To do every mistake possible

Give me freedom

So I can get stuck in one place to feel thay way

Give me people

So I can feel alienated, different and overlooked