alone with my thoughts

| feel them coming for me,
I hear them pounding on my door,
I hear my thoughts whisper to me
open up, or we might explode'
For days they've been haunting
My nights into terrible dreams
Alone in the night,
Alone in those dreams,
I was alone with my screams.

Now, they start chasing
So i run,
As they chase me into a lone wilderness.
I tried to hide,
To shut them out
But they hunted me down, beyond doubt.
And pursued me deeper and deeper,
Into the gaping abyss
Until I lost my own whereabouts.

Now, as I lay here I don't know where lam, or
Who I am...?

Yet I know I'm in a place between sleep and awake,
Yet I know I am being chased.

So I wait here all alone
And wait for the day to break.
Alone in my room,
Alone in my bed.
But I am never alone in my head.

Again, I hear my thoughts whisper in my ear,
"Open the door, my dear"
Is this Deja vu striking again?
Or is the chase yet to begin?

So I bid farewell to you,
The hunt's beginning all over again.
For I know I'll be switching up the lanes soon,
Going round in circles,
I know, my mind's doomed.
But don't you worry 'bout me, friend,

Though,

My thoughts run wild, But
I stay still,
As I drown my soul in a bottle of tonic and gin.

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