i'm afraid.
i'm fucking paranoid.
afraid something is gonna walk around my bed tomorrow.
we'll see how i feel when my brain comes back.
it fell out of my head,
out of my bed with a great big splat.
i have stains on my carpet.
some from paint,
some from when the pain just started.
there's a tall figure in the corner.
it makes my blood run cold,
i wish my blanket was a bit warmer.
i'm afraid of turning to face the wall.
i'm scared it'll tear open my back with it's sharp claw.
there's only one of them.
one on a single hand,
although it has multiple hands.
although i'm strapped to my bed with thick bands.
i fear not being able to stand in the morning.
not being able to move,
my brain with fill with more fears,
pain will be swarming.
around and around, i can't the thing in the corner anymore.
i'm afraid the shadow will sweep around my face and kill me with no remorse.

October 4th, 2019