I wake up every morning
With a pounding in my head
An echo in my mouth
No one in my bed
I go to sleep at night with help
From a liquid paradise
A savior made of grapes
Old dysphoric antichrist
The creaks above my bed
keep me paranoid
is it just the pipes?
Or is it something more...
My demons have escaped my mind  
They taunt me now
From up above
where down below
I'm just a child
Frightened by the unknown