Count Down
At 9:37 last night
The beams that held my structure of stability…
Caved in…
Lost in the debris of my insanity
I realized I was claustrophobic
Hyperventilating,
Inhaling the dust of ancient memories
I’m slowly developing a disease
I can hear them now, “A special case,” they’ll say
“A subconscious inflammation of the interior…”
My tears are tiny anchors
Dragging me face down into the mud I’ve created
Twenty two years in the fetal position
I’ve ached far too many days
The wondering eyes from the crowd that’s forming
I’m becoming suspicious
Maybe they’ve conspired against me
Picking bricks away from my walls when I wasn’t looking
I am the outcome of their treason.
I’ll count down the seconds…
My oxygen will soon run out
Trying to think of fond memories that never existed
Thinking of the wasted labor I put into myself
It’s been ten minutes at 9:47
Delusion is setting in
New phobias manifesting themselves
Tonight, I am the host for heathens
Everyone’s out to get me tonight…
It’s 9:55 and already it’s too late
Hysteria from my dear mother in the distant rubble
Can someone tell her I’ll always love her?
My body is shutting down
The compression from the boulders has punctured my lungs
I can’t breathe
There’s no more use for my tears
I can’t feel the pain
It’s now 10:03.
The beams that held my structure of stability…
Caved in…
Lost in the debris of my insanity
I realized I was claustrophobic
Hyperventilating,
Inhaling the dust of ancient memories
I’m slowly developing a disease
I can hear them now, “A special case,” they’ll say
“A subconscious inflammation of the interior…”
My tears are tiny anchors
Dragging me face down into the mud I’ve created
Twenty two years in the fetal position
I’ve ached far too many days
The wondering eyes from the crowd that’s forming
I’m becoming suspicious
Maybe they’ve conspired against me
Picking bricks away from my walls when I wasn’t looking
I am the outcome of their treason.
I’ll count down the seconds…
My oxygen will soon run out
Trying to think of fond memories that never existed
Thinking of the wasted labor I put into myself
It’s been ten minutes at 9:47
Delusion is setting in
New phobias manifesting themselves
Tonight, I am the host for heathens
Everyone’s out to get me tonight…
It’s 9:55 and already it’s too late
Hysteria from my dear mother in the distant rubble
Can someone tell her I’ll always love her?
My body is shutting down
The compression from the boulders has punctured my lungs
I can’t breathe
There’s no more use for my tears
I can’t feel the pain
It’s now 10:03.