Scribble My Head Off
Scribble My Head Off
![](https://cdn.storymirror.com/static/1pximage.jpeg)
![](https://cdn.storymirror.com/static/1pximage.jpeg)
So many noises in my head,
All my demons are well fed.
No one wills to take my hand,
Time falls swifter than sand.
Deafening silence of my mind,
Ends in a transaction of a kind.
I live in present of my actions,
Yet demons steal all attraction.