Head's spinning.
Vision blurring.
I feel like falling despite
Lying down on the bed.
The voices no longer seem to be
Voices anymore.
More like inaudible chattering,
Still loud yet
Muffled.
What's going on?
What am I doing?
Who am I?

Tonight,
The streets have fallen
Silent

Only the fan is
To be heard,
That is,
The fan and
The million voices

Sometimes I think about
Walking down the street and just
Registering myself for the
Mental hospital

Hoobler Hobbler:
He brings only fatigue.
He is but just annoying,
He rarely does intrigue.

Even my brothers are
Extremely irritated so,
For they cannot do anything
Since he really cannot go

For even a strongman like old Mal
He cannot move this hefty tonne,
Both Adsel and Luke alike
Their words like an empty gun

Frank cannot do anything,
He just perches there to watch;
Mike and Blake hide in their hole
And Rooney's but a blotch

Oh this fascinating team
For once they really can't control;
This heavy weighted sleepyhead
Has just worsened this hellhole

Hoobler Hobbler:
It's not just the fatigue,
He also brings along chaos
But still doesn't intrigue

Oh could you, for once
Just keep it down!
I just want some peace
I don't want to frown!

But you shout and scream
All in my head;
You disagree while I'm
Stuck in bed —

I'm getting desperate
Can't you see?
But I don't want to entrust
All this to he

I just want some silence
One night is enough,
But I guess this is just
Another wasted puff

Phone taken away.
Anxiety levels have just
Shot up by 300%

What if someone calls
What if she's dying and it's important,
What if —

I can't think of
Anything else,
With the phone
It's already bad enough
But now, without, it's just
Ten times
Ten times
Ten times
Worse

Heart beating,
Mind racing,
Can't calm down
And now,
Can't express

Phone taken away.
I am fuming mad,
Because I'm worried.
And I don't want to
Talk,
Especially not
To you

Phone taken away.
Lost.
Worried.
Confused.