i said

  i must confess
   i must confess
    i must confess

.....
the blood that drips
from this wound

   copper

tastes like the
sun on a bad day
mixed with 
   the fire 
that burned 
    your house 


i cannot take 
the noise 
inside my brain

you see when 
rain pours down
on me 
all i can hear
is
the 
  white
     noise