Nightmares
gasping for air is necessary
after long straides alone
with just the piddle paddle
of thougths and emotions
the world around you overwhelmingly
sucking every piece of you it can taste.
It dries you up the wall.
To the ceiling.
What the hell is going on.
But that my friend is what is in my head
those are are the words that trickle down my veins
how could it why would it be
any other way
i say and beg
take me, take me please
take me to that dark place in the shadows
where noone dears to look
where demons have nightmare about
Take me there because there is the only there
where it can opened up
ripped apart to its core
most of all free