I keep moving,
Because if I don't,
My mind,
And the inching creeping thoughts,
Like black ants on a sugar cube,
Drive me insane,
And I scratch till I bleed,
Tear out my hair,
Bite my feet,
Yet I can't,
I can't be rid of it,
And the thoughts that haunt me,
They live in me,
Inhaled in the air,
Eaten in my bread,
I try to bleed it out,
And tear my skin,
Yet they live on,
My phobias creep beneath my skin.
~Rei Shiori
No comments:
Post a Comment