because when i stop and obscurity shadow puppets on my face
it can single handedly hand grenade my head to dusk
because when i stop talking about it, i let it sink in
wearing leather patience thin, but that is why i talk so much
either that or i will write, every thesaurus that’ll mask it
cascading before a casket of neurons now debris
either that or i will write to keep reading not record
i’ll run out of words, when words run out of me