The dandelions grow. So, I strangle and I choke in hopes to make them croak I pull and I tug.
I rip up, with a rush, the dirty lengthy roots But every day another always shoots I make them choke as I face their pure yellows I make them drip white blood on my hands with strife but no matter how hard I strangle no matter how hard I tear those beautiful wretched flowers crowd my life.
I heard a buzzing from my head. I often wondered if I was dead. walking the streets, getting stares. What? do I have loose hairs All these strange looks. buzzing and ringing in my ear. Frightened faces drawing near. Whispering with frightened eyes, oh why must humans pry. It's my secret I must keep, oh it makes me cry, with the buzzzzzing as I creep. Why do I always mess things up? I reach what I'm sure is my house, open the door and "Honey, I'm home!", no answer, quite strange and quite hard to ignore. I unbutton my...
A night terror a night keeps sleep out of sight. I hardly sleep and when I do I often dream of murdering you not out of wanting or even need. These thoughts and dreams will just never leave. Every night I take a pill, in the hope of sleeping sound and still. But to the horror of my mind, what's in my brain is the slaughter. stabbing, ripping, thrashing about ill scream in alarm of that there's no doubt smash my head into the wall or make a great fall. At this point, I just don't sleep at all.
I sat under the lights on my ceiling. Some blue-tinged white lights that clung tight as to not fall from the sky. What am I doing? Staring at this bright white ceiling. Those lights turned to shadows against the paint of the ceiling. Seeing shapes come and go as my brain loses feeling.
Sat on my floor. Waiting for some sound at my door. Head leaned back. Attached to the bed by way of my neck to the edge. As the lights began their attack. Coming at me I think, 'isn't it supposed to be flat?'
Rolling out of bed with crusty eyelids, beginning to traverse the darkened midnight halls. I head to the bathroom, going to take a piss at god knows when. The roof creaks and cracks against the harsh winds among these old walls. I turn on the light and my eyes start burning too tired to notice the shadow behind me lurking. it lingers reaching out for me. "I don't have time for this," I say and swat it away. Head back to bed and rest as I'm brain dead. leaving the shadow behind to contemplate its faults. I am now just another...