I look at the sky and "imagine" all the worms
I see the points of light and they are just One stress or another
Pushing against my tattered brain
On the pestilence knotting right against
My amygdala
I can only see them in the corners of my eyes
I draw my hands to the sky and my pulse drips between my wrists.
I am raining blood and no one has cared
For at least a decade.
It's just an idea that gnaws at me when I sleep
Or drink myself to death while everyone watches

A tall haunched over nothing with red eyes telling me to be
Still
For the sake of everyone I
Love
When I see them on the outside they creep in
Talking to me about family and blood
A fuzzy inhaled nightmare vice
Falling like snow
All over my mind