Wild Ones

I try to gather my thoughts in a single file To safely land on paper But they are not meant for such discipline They are not meant to be sugar-coated Only to disguise the fact that they are... A mess

An eruption of flavours that could leave your tongue feeling bitter... But satisfied So, I let them run wild like scavengers To purge on the blank piece of paper, On the eyes that will bleed from reading them and On the soul that has the same madness hidden within their mind Clawing anxiously to be set free