my head
The lens faded, the picture blurry, the
resolution minimised
But the audio track
is clear
in
my head
It speaks, oh it speaks!
The joyous occasion whereby the audio is filled with torment
wrecking the beautiful cognition...
A brutal transition
I hear, oh I hear!
It is externalised, it is self flagellation,
constantly engaging in destructive cognition...
A brutal transition
I profusely repeat my confession of guilt
Yelling at the silver screen
When the blurry film stops and the audio turns quiet
It is empty..
All that is left
is me
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