In the darkness hours of my life,
I see things that aren't there;
A belt becomes a snake,
I hear voices everywhere-
I have no sense of direction,
I bump into everything;
The walls, the cabinets, the furniture,
I'm bruised  from head to feet.
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Clothes that are in my closet,
become Monsters in disguise;
I fear they will jump out at me,
and scare me out of life.
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I won't look in the mirror,
too afraid of what I'll see;
Will there be a Troll or Demon,
staring back at me?
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I have no feelings on my skin,
I'm as numb as I can be; Still  I can feel creeping things,
crawling over me.
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How long will I have to
face,
this nightmare I am in;
Not until I get a 'script,
for my priceless Klonopin.