Sometimes I don’t know the use of it all.
I see the light seeping through the cracks in my curtains,
And it makes me want to crawl.
Nightlife has always scared me,
The way it shutters off the distractions.
I can no longer…
I can’t ignore the worms swimming under my skin.
I told the psychiatrists they were snakes –
But I didn’t mean to lie…
I guess I just forgot how slimy they felt.
It’s hard to recall nightmares in the daylight –
Sometimes things crawl around in me,
I don’t know what I’m saying, it’s just –
I want to talk about these things, you know?
But what’s the point? I mean…
I just hope that I stay on this earth forever –
As a ghost.
I want to fly through the world and see things from a safe distance,
From up in the air –
High enough so the crows won’t get to me.
I hope I get to see the world,
I hope it’s close to what I think heaven might be like.
I hope so bad