I'm shaken
But they keep trying
To stir me
Quiet echoes
Of taunts outside my head
Any therapist would disagree
I'm swallowing spirits
And it's making me sick
Prehistoric birds
Getting revenge on my walls
And every speck of paint
Is an eyeball on a stick
And I'm turning on a spit
In my ear, a toothpick
Place your bets,
****** friends,
As to when I'll get stiff
Secreting secrets
From another world
Where no one goes
To see about a girl