to my Brain
shut up, shut the fuck up,
shut up, shut the fuck up,
just
be quiet for one day, one hour, one minute
my
dearest brain you are driving me mad,
with
you unstoppable insanity
words,
words, words, more words
and
you still bother me with more
...
with everything ...
what
happened, you’ve gone through all of it
again
and again you sick fuck and you will again
presence
is what you are full of,
past
is what is feeding you greed,
future
is what you are so scared of.
scenarios,
alternatives ..., possible endings
like
you would be some kind of retarded director
shooting
a low cost flick no one wants to see.
future
is yours you bastard, do you dare?
things
that are never going to happen
you
make me imagine the endless loop,
see
with your fucking eyes
repeating
the same shit
stop
just
stop
or
i will make you to!
time
is running out
i do have a choice!
time is running out
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