Drunken Leaves

On the verge of My eyes incapable Of seeing beyond the borders The urge to destroy those I never asked for Speak, my deepest speak There is nothing left to keep My ears refuse to listen Words walk away from me Drunken leaves, like signs in the sky Guiding me to find my way back Where did I ever belong? Clouds of memory Thundering Hailstones engrave my skin Speak, my skin, speak Where should I go? The valleys so deep The wrinkles of the mountains Hiding the traces of light Curving like a fish Speak, my tongue, speak The sound of non-sense Fills my space, covers my face Quickly infiltrating My brain I beseech— Speak, you should speak Once I arrive home, I will—