It’s crowded inside of my skull

Its walls pulse with ire,

Holding back the rhythms

Of a ceaseless war

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Of the good and worthy struggle

Outside of my skin

That seeps back into my psyche

When screens fade to black

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I’m short of breath and overrun

With foul rumors and whispers

With the day’s outrage

In the today’s serpent tongue  

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Even in the humble night

Where passing slights sink away,

The vain choruses erupt

Blanketing the diamond sky