The tapping timbre of blood in my brain brings the throbing ache somewhere between excruciating and numb
My head like a typhony drum.
The stressing swelling swelter of the day to day has me on the brink of sleepless rage
Day in and day out there is always something striking me out
Out of time
Out of light
Out care
Out of fright
I dont even know what it feels like to care anymore
All that I want now is sleep.