as I lie here, thoughts circling my brain
like hair in a drain
clogged
nowhere to go
time moves so ******* slow
I swear I can hear clocks ticking
that aren't there
maybe it's just a time bomb in my head
patiently awaiting its moment of explosion
my devotion to keep giving my demons a place to rest their head at night is commendable
maybe once they've had their rest they will let go peacefully
at least that's what I keep telling myself
as I ignore the scars from their claws when I look in the mirror
I wish it were easier to disappear