• shashagilbert_ 104w


    "baa, baa, black sheep, have you any sleep?"

    yes sir, yes sir, three hours deep! but i wake up when the cold metal touches my thumping heart, it's electric buzz makes me staggering violence. it won't let me go. crawls into my sweater, holds me tightly. slicing my skin with those cold eyes. i freeze in fright. with no will to fight, i am numb inside and my guts turn round. i want to sleep on the lap of enthralling dreams, with no more haunt or trauma. so that no one wrecks my soul. so that i don't wreck my own.

    "ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀ ʙᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇᴇᴘ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ."

    "humpty dumpty sat on a wall, humpty dumpty had a great fall. didn't you read the warning?"

    yes i didn't know the wall was named as life. now all the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't put me together again. frost and dusty shiver, a mellow grey sky although black veins glimmers shhhh don't ask a mellow why. i don't breathe invisible dreams. my eyes flicker in numb fidelity and heart beats cold sombre dreams. my breath is black and cold. i am a mere loveless existence, confusing fragments. i have given up, now i have no resistance.

    "ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴅᴜᴍᴘᴛʏ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ."

    "twinkle, twinkle, little star have you ever wondered what you are? up above the world so high, are you a coal or a diamond in the sky?"

    in the deep ancient soil, under the grass like a trapping foil, clamoured and shrieked the bleak air, echoes my soul's mourning in despair. at midnight, when the moon is bright finally through the veil the fog surrounding me breaks a dim light. it's poking the tight stretched sky, vibrating through the humming of the fly. the liquid that flows in my veins is nothing, runs out and now only the hysteria reigns. deep within me lies a truth that is buried forever. reminding the visitors 'it's now or never.' trapped in the claws of death's sheepish laughter the grave took my happily ever after. still all you are going to say is;

    "ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ-

    i know, i know

    ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴇʟᴜsɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀʟ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ.

    The End.


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