MEET NIRVANA

MEET NIRVANA
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Martyrs hang like suicide pioneers
Vested and bestowed decades of blind remorse
Friends, behind the blinds
Shut doors
I am afraid to answer the phone
Nobody “reads” pain anymore
Healing hands are in the pocket
I am waiting for that moment of silence
Though I could never be lonely
They are not my voices
My head
Yet they follow me like a tail

I feel like a drive through
The world is a mosquito
Call me vein
Call me vane
Are you full yet?

Did he answer the phone?
Did the voices leave a message?
I am behind the blind
The phone is ringing and I’m busy reading
My hands are tied
No silence
I could be lonely
If I could lose my head
Cut off my tail
Or answer the phone
Martyrs hang like suicide pioneers
Vested and bestowed decades of blind remorse