Whoa Is Me

Oh my fucking
God
I don't think I know
Anything
Anymore
or have I ever
I'm just not that damn clever
I think a rock's IQ
Must be higher than mine
I just keep on keeping
Losing my mind
And running in circles
Where the wolves
Want to feed
Circling me
Tearing into my throat
Making deserts bleed
And violets bloom
Violence booms
Into my mind
A giant mushroom
Cloud of sound
Disturbing the silence
And fools say Ha
You do not know
What the darkness
Can grow
Or how big is your teeth
Grandpa you look
So mean
Why are you licking
Your lips
When I'm trying to sleep
But I can't sleep
I just keep on keeping
Seeing you there
With your eyes so big
Glowing and red
Staring down at me
Lying here in my bed
Where I can't move
Feet kicking sheets
Unvocalized screams
Eyes torn out and blind
Still see everything
In the pitch of the pit
Your lair of dispair
This is where I live now
Forever in your keep
My hands still clutching tight
Clanging steel against keys
That can't unlock anything
What is that fucking sound
Is there something there
Watching me
Waiting to eat
Oh my fucking
God
Oh whoa is me
Whoa is me