you make me feel like letting loose some
haunting melody hummed by the voices inside my head,
as if you're ready to listen.
mounds of balled-up future memories reek of stale scents
while piled in the pit of my empty stomach.
a constant, curdling reminder of nothing.
if you could see the world that i see behind my dancing eyelids
at night, there would be no need for me to live out our
understanding in a world of make-believe.
you would just know.
it's too dark in here.
the whispers echo; the pictures move.
the wind won't cease slamming the screen door,
creaking - forever creaking.
don't leave me alone.
please, just turn on the light...
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