a constant hum-no-scream.
a constant scream runs through my head knocking on my eyelids.
forcing them to open.
is it the stress? the drive?
the lack of ambition?
or am i just that lucky?
do i dare look above to ask for help? help to rest my eyes.
the thought of believing something that isnt true seems to be the best idea for me.
i have nowhere else to turn.
the clock is my torment.
every tick fucking tock is a mimic.
i bet clocks sleep.
my eyes are heavy, i cant breathe from exhaustion but when i lay my head there it is again.
that scream, that knocking- no, pounding.
not pain- just suffering.
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