Talking

Talking


Loading up verbal bullets; the salvia massacres pages demonstrating rages often misinterpreted,
Strings of your lies I casually trip on,
Being played on your hormonal harp, the moans I cannot decipher so my cipher ends with silence.

Why the long faces? Emotional intelligence renders me stupid,
Failed the exam even after cheating,
The irony of my words promote laughter;
The gas is not staining the walls however,
Inhaled regardless of effect, the affect makes me hold my breath.