Friday, January 29, 2010

poem 12

I am off to sleep and i sleep for some hours.
I wake up sleep deprived and my mind begins to think.
I think of things I want to say. I feel like explaining wht's inside my brains.


I wait watching the clock go round and i sleep cheating the time.
I wake up all anxious and overjoyed. I eat some food but i feel no taste.
My brain is filled up with things you said.



I wonder in disbelief if you are real.
You eat out my brains and i go insane for sure.
I am plastered, drunk as hell but it feels so real.


I begin to think what's inside her brains .
She finds humour in every word i say.
Pinch me, i wanna make sure its real.
Evenif it's not I enjoy the dumb shithead delusion

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