My knuckles are urging to punch these bedroom walls,
so everyone can see how damaged this household has
become; to get bruised and whitewashed, because my
cry-for-help look isn’t doing the trick.

I’m piercing my ears with distortion, so I don’t
listen to the intolerance these spooks keep spewing,
but it always finds a path through the noise, and loops
in my head like a haunted musical box.

I dream about better places to lay my head,
because this pillow’s as soothing as a megrim.
I keep these headaches busy with pornography,
because it’s my only way to discharge.

I wish every natural disaster would congregate
and obliterate this goddamned place from the world.
Just give me some time to pack every material
thing in here that keeps me in control,

then take me away, wash me away,
disintegrate me, and keep me that way
until I’m safe. Just make me safe;
I’m not even asking for happiness these days.

If you want to check how this sounds in a rough sketch, this is it: https://soundcloud.com/the-bedroom-session/prayer-to-holler-sketch

Also, I want to thank for the kind words and criticism in my last couple of pieces. Thank you, guys
I particularly enjoyed the part about piercing ears with distortion.

This piece mainly reminds me of some kind of teenage angst and defiantly piercing my own body parts reminds me of that. I know that wasn't the intention but that's what it reminded me of.

Good job ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป
I swear the same thing is always on my mind.
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