The epi self center gasped no air/ as i came up out of nowhere/ took it, I went, and I go there/ I know me so I know where/ self reflection, yo what up hello there/ then blank all expressions, cold stare/ happily remain n grow old there/ while I grip n rip out my own hair/ the walls are all made of stone there/ a peaceful prison lovingly alone there/ me, myself, and I are well known there/ self discussion, I left my phone there/ no repercussion for my angry tone there/ the rebirth, incubated and grown there/ live in my head exposed, no care/ for an outside wasteland world that’s so bare.
Verbose Musings 