Coasting by Seismograph

9 pm
There is a twitch in my eye
And it's growing red and burning dry
I pretend
Like I am gonna be fine
And it's gonna feel ok this time

10 pm
Now I am trying to sleep
But anxiety begins to creep
Now and then
I feel another wave hit
And I'm pulled across the space of it

Gold is the light in your eyes
I want to die there tonight
But I can't separate from the sky
A muted sigh, coasting high

12 am
I feel a pain in my jaw
Like my teeth are sprouting into claws
Once again
I try to sever the flow
With the emptiness of TV glow

1 am
As I begin to shut down
And my body sinks into the ground
I descend
Into a stream of debris
Then another cave of restless dreams

Shot from my skull every night
Piercing the hulls of satellites
Like an echoing parasite-
A piece of mind

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