I’ve learned to slay my restlessness The way I killed my dreams Into a slow lull routine jest Choked by the softest pillows
As with many, turns to sleep Wasn’t able to find that sweet spot To drown and doze off Dull the frequency where My brain runs its pointless marathon Of sparks and friction
This headache bangs like kitchen pans Rhythm-less crashing cymbals Persists and sans of form Incidental symbols
Important to no one
“Free flow” misnomer It’s a crime scene of blood spatter Makes sense only if you’re neck-deep, connecting the dots Counting sheep
These thoughts and its refusal to be tamed Is not hinged on fear of domestication and cages But moreso of laziness To be better understood
This Cassandra never wanted the chorus Share its view of the future The doom and decay soon littered among us Shall remain bereft of tincture
danDAman 