Ringing bells and buzzing clocks.
They wake me from my sleepless slumber.
A slumber filled with sweat and fear.
The convulsing feelings that I feel inside,
Are only when I return to the darkness,
And close my eyes.
When I twitch and turn,
It is me trying to battle my demons.
The demons that control my life.
I yearn for the ringing bells and buzzing clocks,
To wake me up,
And open my eyes,
So I can once more feel some sort of saftey.
I grasp my sheets and dive my face into my pillows,
To muffle the screams,
That explode from my mouth.
Not escape, but explode,
For the pain I feel inside is from my love,
Leaving me to rot in this terrible world.
Alone.
Alone.
