Grey Matter
By Wiccad
Eyes begin their twitching routine
Anxiety creeps into my brain
Emotions run, I cannot contain
Those little bitches scratch at my
brain
Feeling hopeless and on edge
Those little monsters
inside my head
Causing shorts and awful thoughts
I feel crazy
and distraught
Serpents tangled in a knot
God knows how
hard I have fought
In the past I conquered the bitch
And now
my eyes have begun to twitch
Grey matter swelling, pressing
against my skull
Feverish nightmares where I kill them all
Rapid
heart beats are in my throat
Sweating and shaky, my head is soaked
Quietly I sit rocking to and fro
While inside I scream....
unwillingly you know
Please lock me up and toss the key
For if
this continues, I'll have to set them free
I will go to the
closet, the one with the lock
And pull out my hand gun, that nice
one you bought
And put it to my temple, locked and loaded
Then
pull the trigger, my heads exploded
Grey matter mixed with crimson
and bitches
Look now........my eye, it no longer twitches
Author's Note:
Anyone got Ativan?Comments on "Grey Matter"
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A former member wrote:
Good ending, I laughed at some part great rhyme scheme. keep on it