Monday 26 January 2015

chipped tooth

As my thoughts echo
Bouncing off the surgically clean white walls
They slice my mind
Like a stanley against skin

I cannot escape
There out of control
Like the dreams I have
When I go to sleep
I want it to stop
This pounding in my head
Sedate me
Fill me with chemicals
Flood the gates with beer
Please someone
Something
I plead and pray
Cleanse my mind of these
Troublesome ideas

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