Why are you here?
Is it strange we never met?
Is it strange I don't remember what I spoke?
Is it strange I never left,
Even though I swore I'd take you home.
All alone, I waited for you to arrive,
But now you're here and I suppose you'll read this.
No hallucinations, but a story I relive in my head everyday.
You see, I'm killing time,
Carving walls with a knife;
In my head this is why I was cured for the night.
Come the morning, I'm dead,
but reborn — a new head —
louder voices in my ear,
screaming they want me to live with them.
Might have died in my sleep...
What if it's a bad dream?
Woah, woe is me, I've been counting all these sheep,
Heard a whisper in my ear, praying that I'd set it free —
But to me, I'm in shackles, laying cold in the bedroom,
No one's here, only shadows
and years in an hour since I'd sleep.
Dreams, are they trips to everything we've forgotten?
When you wake, if you blink,
you will miss it,
so believe it's a nightmare
and then you'll remember what you've seen,
haunted...
[Outro]
I am free...
in these moments,
Let me be,
I don't know you.
It repeats...
come the morning,
till those voices
find me.
Start:
9/22/2021 2:44 AM
Finish:
09/22/2021 4:10 AM
YOU ARE READING
Sleep/Therapy
HorrorTrigger Warning: OCD A therapy session with the very person you met, but cannot remember. You feel attacked. They are judging you, calling you crazy! You're not crazy... You'll escape the voices before they kill you! Go away, therapist. Photo credit...
