Thick water dripping,
Dream demon crawling over shoulder sly sadness sipping,
Maw hung open licking,
Pools of pity, passion, and pain;
Leave it to rest at the foot of my brain.
Sunshine slithered over carpets and corners having crawled,
Still on burdened bedsheets I lay sprawled.
The pretty boys inside the sickness of my skull say it'd be enough to drive someone insane,
But what difference does it make when I'm bound by my own brain that continues to restrain.
Dark corners creeping closer.
I'd cry if I could find the closure.
Awake I lie still unsleeping.
These thoughts I tend to inside my mind tend to need such sleepy keeping.
Voices of my own voice split inside my skull to tell me I'd be better off in my bed all day.
Blood blossoms and blotches bloom besides my battered head so beautifully singing I'd be better off dead today.
Heartbeat bumbling abound,
Tossing and turning at my head's ant mound.
I'm far too scared to sleep,
I'm far too terrified to live,
So instead I wait imprisoned in my own keep.
-end-
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