Influx
There is no music this time
Only words. Only my voice
Only the droning monotony of my heart
Slithering past my lips
Through the microscopic ravines
Betwixt my hungry teeth
They drip run-on sentences devoid of rhythm
Like some kind of undiscovered disease
Can you feel it?
My tongue, writhing softly, somehow mutely
Yet simultaneously vociferous
Aching to be felt rather than heard
An itch pining to be scratched rather than ignored?
It likes to toy with your senses
Scribbling aimless confessions in your ear canal
Digging tiny mass graves
Within the catacombs of your delicious skull
Your delicious skull
Where memories are kept but deeper
Where secrets are stowed
May I be one?
May I be another cerebral caress
You pretend doesn't exist
When you're in public?
Retreat to your private chambers, though
And let your brain lap up
The susurrant details
Grant me this
And you won't be surprised
But I hope you've noticed by now
I'll worm my way into those crevices
You didn't even know about
Like a whispering wind
Through the cracks in your bedroom window
Whether you permit me to or not
And when the realization comes over you
Like a thick thunderhead
Oozing violet precipitation
You'll accept this infiltration
With a silken smile on your face
And the epiphany?
You can't keep me quiet
Only words. Only my voice
Only the droning monotony of my heart
Slithering past my lips
Through the microscopic ravines
Betwixt my hungry teeth
They drip run-on sentences devoid of rhythm
Like some kind of undiscovered disease
Can you feel it?
My tongue, writhing softly, somehow mutely
Yet simultaneously vociferous
Aching to be felt rather than heard
An itch pining to be scratched rather than ignored?
It likes to toy with your senses
Scribbling aimless confessions in your ear canal
Digging tiny mass graves
Within the catacombs of your delicious skull
Your delicious skull
Where memories are kept but deeper
Where secrets are stowed
May I be one?
May I be another cerebral caress
You pretend doesn't exist
When you're in public?
Retreat to your private chambers, though
And let your brain lap up
The susurrant details
Grant me this
And you won't be surprised
But I hope you've noticed by now
I'll worm my way into those crevices
You didn't even know about
Like a whispering wind
Through the cracks in your bedroom window
Whether you permit me to or not
And when the realization comes over you
Like a thick thunderhead
Oozing violet precipitation
You'll accept this infiltration
With a silken smile on your face
And the epiphany?
You can't keep me quiet
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Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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