My brain lies bruised and bleeding
I’ve written another story, put down some more related words
Can’t imagine anymore as they arrive, the new seedlings
Filled with hatred and anger in a language that I’ve never heard
But they have to get out or I’ll lose my mind
And run out screaming in the night
Though sometimes they are loving they are just as much unkind
And even though my eyes aren’t open they are in my sight
Headaches and noose bleeds sometimes they follow
And the vision haunt me till I write them down
They try to sooth me, but they’re words all fall hollow
They think I am their puppet, they think I’m their clown
My brain seems bruised and injured, and the ache never leaves for very long
The nightmares soothed by the innocence of the new dawn
Replaced by the soft music of life and the bird’s whistling song
And I must find a way to fight through this, to continue on