The never ending dull roar of an itch on my head
My skin everywhere is in an uproar of silence
The nails scrape the skin away
I wish I could scrape my face away
The nails are not clean and perfect
Bite bite bite
I bite away at them
The whispers are increasing and screams never seem to be able to decipher what the whispers are saying
Block block block
I block it all away
My agenda turns into a wall and nails and barbed wire
My smile turns into an AK 47
Sleep I never seem to have enough of
Moment and moment again I remember
Weep and sorrow and anger and pitiful rage
I am
Tick tick tick is tocking my brain out of the clockwork
i wish I could stay with the time zone
The reflection is an immersion of searing boiling oil bubbling up
Blink
I'm back to flash card one
Blink
My exam is tomorrow
Blink
Blink
Blink
Blink
Blink
Blink
I am gone
And my exam is still tomorrow
Blink