black shapes, i see them all
disfigured, big, and small
there’s many types that i see at night
but i wish to see none at all

organic line work filled in black
dancing on the wall or on the window
slipping outside to blend with the sky
finally i can get some shut-eye

i wake up again and i’m immediately scared
the black shapes have grown into people with glares
they bark orders at me, my nostrils flare
i really wish i wasn’t here

i look for an exit
there’s none in sight
i hold onto my head and let out a scream of fright

they don’t go away and i’m here to stay
i’m simply waiting for the end of today

the world decides when to drop bombshells
it's usually when i am feeling unwell
i get up and say,
"well, today is the day,"
and consider telling all my problems away
but as soon as the thought
pops into my mind
something happens to disrupt me
and now im left with
the thoughts of getting help
when there's no mode of transportation
to such a place

When they were together
they melted like a candle
the flame their love.
Until they hardened into
an amalgamation of wax.
When they hardened
they realized they
could not separate.
They never wanted
to separate anyway.
They would die seeing
each other’s faces
and that would be enough.