pitchfork.

the demons are

dancing

and laughing

at me

they taunt me

endlessly

singing me

the saddest songs

and whispering lies

in my ears

until they bleed

with smirks

on their faces

secrets and curses

making me doubt

who i am

asking me if

the life i've led

will bring me

the death

i deserve

they never tire

feeding on

my screams

and tears

constantly reminding me

that i am their king

that i created them this way

and that they

will only die

when i do

they look just like me

they sound just like me

they suffer

just like me

their torment

is almost

beautiful

there is a pitchfork

beside my bed

they are waiting

...

head case.

anxiety

a lead weight

in my belly

a sharp chill

down my spine

what was it

that i said

or did

that went against

my nature

and is now

echoing

in my head?

shame and regret

all of the wasted

minutes

hours

days

it's just a feeling

i tell myself

to let it go

try not to care

i can't

it's not me

that's not who i am

i want to know

though it does not

matter

causes and effects

there is always

a reason

but i can't figure it out today

and as night falls

it's worse

because i'm tired

and this poison

is still inside me

and i can't give up

no matter

how hard

i try

...

pre-mortem.

as thoughts

become actions

they can also become

dangerous

sometimes

it's not what we do

it's what we don't

that haunts us

needles and smoke

knives and bullets

even love

keep your eyes

open

be careful when you blink

right now

we are all here

and some things

require a second

thought

we all know

that the truth

can hurt

and as tragedy

seems less shocking

and we are more surprised

by a smile

we need to keep on

smiling

we need to set

the tone

we need to keep it

together

we can not let

the story of our lives

become

the story of

our death

...