warmeister

My head is chaos Thoughts swirl like rainclouds My skull is closing in Like an Inquisition torture room Walls slowing pushing me down The pit And the pendulum Closer and closer I’m running out of time To calm down Before it’s over And I submit To the ghosts in my head That take over the control panels In my brain. I’m talking to myself Shut up and breathe… It doesn’t matter that much… No one cares… But the ghosts don’t listen and I have nothing to do but hit my head on the wall in hopes that the pain sucks the rain from the clouds in my head