sitting here, alone
in silence, and i can feel
my mind slowly slipping
theres weird feelings from all around
the letters on the keybored are begining to get blury
and i think i can taste and ice cream cone
Whats THAT sound? ? ... that horrid sounds, its like
a thousand nails across a chalk bored
or a mans screams
as he is driven upon a pike
now there are spots
these little black spots, i can see them move out of the corner of my eye
but when i turn theres nothing there
oh, theres something wrong with me...
i think i may need some shots
this is what i get for not sleeping for 5 days
OH! i dont like these feelings, its as if someone watching me, but i turn and there is no one there, .....why is the room sundenly getting smaller?
Someone....
HELP ME!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GO TO SLEEP! : ]