I don't look people in the eyes.
They are windows to their lives,
Windows to their hearts.
Windows to their souls...
My blinds are shut. I do not disturb your windows with peeking in,
So don't look at me.
I do not want you to see.
The sea of monsters under my skin.
I find it harder to breathe,
Like I'm drowning from within.
I would ask for help, But really I just need some sleep.
Still up in the AM's, everyday,
Still counting every fucking sheep.
Too worried;
One will fall and break its knees.
I'll turn my music louder,
Tuning into other sounds, other places, ignoring all their masked faces.
Now just roll a bit of weed...
No more worries... no more whispers... no more need to fight again.
No more light from the outisde to disrupt my night.
Goodnight.
Sleeptight....
Can you feel them bite?...