i'm on my bed, uncovered. the fan is on, it's pleasantly cool. and my eyelids are heavy, i'd love to sleep right about now.
hang on, what will happen tomorrow? let's see, this could happen, or that could happen. don't those sound fun?
i can't really stop these thoughts, they're like mosquitos. there's one buzzing around your head, trying to **** the life out of you. then pops in another thought, another mosquito. and another. and another. they seemingly never stop multiplying, attacking you. they drain the energy out of you, and you just sit there and let it happen.
i'd love to sleep right about now.
i'd love it if you can give me some constructive criticism ♡
Mosquito bitten bumps rise and falls My finger tips pressuring soft cells Hating how it feels as I take pleasure in killing These wing foes To them I am the terrorist with weapons of mass destruction Not a terrorist of guns but one with pity and power to abuse My feeling shift hotly from victim to symbolic hero Everyone needs a bone toss in their direction From the crude skeleton hiding within the dusty Shallows Closet the feeling you gift to loved ones Hush the happy times placed on the back logs of memory Take note of polite strangers with words not your own As I use them to speak a language taught to me years ago When was my first word and did I speak it roughly as sandpaper Or was it sweet to the ears with a buttery finish Am I too personal with my speech as this is all new to me? Like a mouse with dreamy eyes watching the gleam off claws above Silence is the key Surrounded by much braver beast who riot into the night I want to be heard