poem

you feel the darkness setting in
it begins from a whisper 
a dream or something 
i don’t know
but all you know is this
that everything is crashing down
that devil on your shoulder
telling you to do evil things
go away
make it stop
but nothing can stop this force
the doctors will never understand it
the pop psychologist books 
about depression and other bullshit
it has nothing to do with this
there are no words to describe the madness
it’s the kind of melody that only silence understands
burn it all down to the ground 
you are nothing
this is all nothing
nobody knows anything
they are all screaming lies and you feel cold
in the middle of july
fuck this and fuck you for even reading
you think you understand what i’m saying
you have no fucking clue motherfucking fuckwhore 
you fucking mistake 
aaaa take me
take me away
anywhere
somewhere
just somewhere nice
i wanna feel the soft fur of a baby rabbit
her little tongue on my skin
run through a great field of flowers 
crawl into a wolf hole
put dirt in my eye sockets
jump into a future desert
swim with skeletons studied by aliens
the calm
it’s coming back now
finally i can breathe again
thank you lord of the lunatics
i will survive this night
the quiet rain will fall
i will have another memory 
to fill a notebook with
nothing ever to come of it
it’s okay lovechild
the skies are falling
the clouds have already failed
we have come so far
look at us now