derek's poems

I'm a fucking rat

It's 2:45 AM and I'm hearing things outside my room

Maybe it's the friendly mouse that's living in my walls

Maybe it's an apparition floating down the halls

Either way, it's annoying and I can't sleep

I cover my ears, but I can't block out the sound 

Perhaps it's that I'm slowly going crazy again

Or perhaps somebody's trying to kill me dead

Either way, I don't really care, I wanna sleep

I set up some traps in the corners

To see if I can catch the intruder

But all that I caught was this disease

It turns out my head bit the bait

Yeah my stupid, sad, angry brain

Is once again turning against me

Apparently I'm a fucking rat