I am pinned up against this wall.
Nailed up with judgement and hatred that -bounds- me to my Hell
I can't be "healed" with empathy or compassion.
Only a wish can remove these nails
These nails that embedded themselves into my skin.
I'm relieved as a mess as the nails are trying to support the weight of my thoughts
I'm viewed as foreign. I am an alien disguised as a mundane.
They want to terminate me
Slowly as I'm being pinned up against this wall
My wounds start to bleed again
Wearing me down til I'm merely just a ghost
I go to sleep
In fear the complexity of my mind
I go to sleep
In fear of the inconstant rhythm
I go to sleep
In fear of the back and forth of my thoughts
The same thoughts that cause my wounds to open fresh and bloody
The same artful thoughts that paint the wall in my blood
The same thoughts that the monsters want me to hide
