sad music is gasoline on the fire

I have a war inside my eye that

feeds my mind and the drops I cry while

I’m hiding wasted and

fighting

the drip in my brain that’s roasting the veins in

my legs while I’m starving tasteless and

hearing

these chimes in my ears that

have been ringing for years I’ve

been pumping the white noise through

to make it clear

still

I’m hiding wasted starving tasteless and

fading