27 July 2012
Shadows on the ceilings.
A deal with darker dealings.
Sleepless, dreamless, seamless.
An unpredictable mess.
Hate keeping me fed.
Words bled into led.
I'm a mess.
Anxiety scratching, latching.. attaching.
The stress builds its pyramids.
Until it unfolds and off comes the lid.
I'm a mess but I'm trying my best.
Widely Failing • Opuss № I