Sit on my stool,
Next to me in my head.
Don't ******* touch me,
Eat this quicksand.
Need to wash it down?
Have some water.

Funny feelings fight each other,
Mind can't up it's bed.
Thoughts like saliva drip from my tongue,
Words I know that can't be said.

Freaking out around my room,
Banging into walls for fun.
Begging for that wrapped feeling,
Arms, rope, I don't care,
I want the voices to agree.
But hey, it's someone to talk to.

Too many sides of a story,
Everyone lies.
You are all guilty,
If you know of this crime.

Eyes close shut dreams take me hostage,
Tortured with "what if?,
I never comply,
Let the past die,
If it's not a good dream it's a nightmare,
Go away.

"What about the prisoners sir?"
"Execute them all.
Don't need any refugees,
Denting parked cars."