i can't sleep,
night turns to day.
for at least a week,
...I've been lyin' here
awake.


     Creep...

there's something takin'
root in my mind...
it won't leave me alone,
by some clever design,
​it wants blood from a
stone...
takin' it's time,
​inching it's way closer
​to the danger zone.


      Creep...

​a splinter,
deep inside...
fragmenting sanity,
navigating my demise....


​      Creep....

i think I'm dreaming,
is the knife in too deep?
i hear someone screaming,
did i fall asleep?
​why is my neck bleeding?
finally set free,

    Sleep.....