they could call me schizophrenic
for the ways i am keeping myself
alive
i stopped being human at
two in the morning
my voice grew hoarse from
talking myself awake
instead of counting sheep
i send them to the slaughter
instead of night sweats
i wake up soaked in memories,
i was left to boil
in a pre-rusted pan
though after i settle
i am blamed for the rust

 

__ar.