i hope i can pull my thoughts out
from my eye sockets
so i can talk to them and tell them to stop
bothering me especially at night.
if i have to beg just for them to allow me
to have a peaceful sleep, i will.
dropping my body on my knees,
my knees hitting the ground,
the ground scratching my skin,
my skin bleeding—
bleeding are my ears after being forced
to listen to the deafening screeches.
it was so bad that i had to disconnect
from my consciousness and come back
when it finally stopped.
it was so bad that i can hear it from outside.
it was so bad that i started doing it too.
i am consumed by the thoughts,
and the thoughts became me.
i became my thoughts,
i became the thing that i hear,
and it was so bad that i want to pull me
out of my own eye sockets
so i can talk to myself and tell myself to stop
bothering me especially at night.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Поэзия"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
