I'm scared of my imagination.
I hear, see and feel things I shouldn't.
It scares me.
You hear barking, I hear howling.
You hear chair scraping the ground, I hear screaming.
You hear snoring, I hear wailing.
You hear in between radio stations, I hear cackling.
You hear sliding, I hear snakes.
You hear buzzing, I hear a bomb ticking.
You hear church bells, I hear the call for death.
You hear chopping food, I hear execution.
You hear the waves, I hear the drowning of the unknown.
I can't stay in the dark,
It's what I imagine I fear for.
My heart runs for it's life,
But it's stuck in the same cage.
And it's walls are scraped,
With tally of the times it will never get out.
You hear a tap, I hear drowning.
And I am flowing with it. In it.
Shake my head away from the dreams?
It's not as easy as you think.
When they taunt you,
While you sleep,
You dream,
You eat,
Scream.
I do.
It's just a nightmare...
- No it's not.
It's real;
It's my imagination.
Telling me things it shouldn't,
Making me feel things I shouldn't.
The imagery is too much, I cannot see;
Blind.
The wails, howls and screams are getting louder;
Deaf.
I’ve run out of voice,
To speak, to express, to call for help;
Dumb.
They say your imagination cannot hurt you,
Yet I’m screaming, running away from it.
But I can't – it's stuck with me, 'till I die.
Die from the fear of myself?
I will.
It's not as bad as this, but for some it is. I AM scared of my imagination, sometimes. but then again, aren't we all?