Put the headphones in my dust-dry veins
Sucking up the energy of storms and wars and inner pains
Extracting the strange powers
from distant words and unknown voices.
Break my skull to release the colours
of unwritten pictures and unfelt tragedies
captured in heartbroken music
and hallucinating fantasies.
The orphanage of thoughts is full
so it's time to set them free
and let them fly
to become someone else's
Headphone poetry