Foot fall overhead
demons behind my eyes
Plotting to be dead
if I can't be wise
so very sorry, don't want to bother
My seams are tearing, splitting apart
I feel the stained glass searing
through my blackened heart
jungle drums, pulse beats,
encircle my dreams
better than screaming into a night
that others might hear
See, no one comes near enough
to notice. I'm not really here.
So long as I go through the motions
they feel fine.