I would now like to declare myself insane
And I’d like to be left alone
If possible I’d like some bitter tea to sip
Whilst watching static on the television
Sleep…
               Sleep…
                             Sleeping…
Transfixed in a half mad stupor
                             Slip…
               Slip…
Slipping…
It’s funny how you suddenly realize these things
Waking up to a demon hanging from your ceiling
Sluggish
and
clinging
to
threads
My seams stitched together
To keep my humanity from pouring out
Stability
Tick…
             Tick…
                            Ticking away…
I’m a time bomb
And you’re all getting burnt
When I blow