i sit here alone ...i hurt here alone
your voice is only a phone call away
I'm kind of surprised, i'm sitting here typing
silently angered that i woke up today
the dreams , getting worse, have now followed me conscious
man, i am so glad no one sees in my head
the bodies, the burning, the evil clowns laughing
the blood-crusted fingers … the smell of the dead
I know that a sure thing is 10 ft behind me
i know, in my head...that it's violent and quick
but i've heard from the stories, the first one’s to find you
are mentally scared by the mis-handled sick
what stops me is thinking, that momma will find me
her little boy gone now...replaced by a mess
i imagine her falling, her legs will not hold her
and her heart giving out, from the weight of the stress
so do i keep breathing... or living or hoping
please tell me the safe word that stops all the pain
one day, might not care... and just pull that trigger
my luck, I will miss...lose an ear, not my brain...
