Stream of Consciousness

Stream of consciousness
All alight
What, and why?
Unleash the thoughts
That bite
Pour the water
Down through the drain
To the emptiness inside
Like the rain
The concrete feels nothing
Nor the sewer
The rats
Alive or maybe dead
But still intact
Grateful for their help
But not really
Rather wish they'd leave
Got nothing else to play
From my sleave
Doomed to fall under
The table
And soon
Can't manage to feel right
In this room
Never has my mind
Been so alight
Never have my thoughts
Been known to bite

The End

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