Supply me with an excess of love – K.B

Supply me with an excess of love


All those knots
Inside of me,
Anger, hunger,
Lush, hush !

A taser bit me,
It’s called ignorance
And jerkiness,
It’s all around !
From the derelict
And sleepy Dad
To the psycho rigid
Mother to the selfish
Be gone from my grounds,
Only in sleep do you seem
At rest.
You spend your days
In anguish and stress
And you call that
« Emotion ».
You laugh and drink,
But you speak hysterically,
You call that  » manners ».
You voice is full of sadness
And anguish, or neutral
And desperately quiet,
You call that  » Prestige ».




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