A demon divorced me from my bed
She’s comfortable
And I’m on the floor.
With a bat.
So she doesn’t think of getting close
That she-devil trying to pose the angel
But I get a restraining order for my fears
From the things a imagine
I’m telling you she’s real
Don’t put another diagnoses page
Not another hospice observation room
For I’m not crazy
I can just see things everyone can not.


I’m in the dark on the carpet floor with many
cockroaches and a bat
For a reason.