Are they coming?
Who?
The people with my self-esteem, have they sealed and returned it?
“I’m not sure what you mean, Kareem. I’m real damn concerned with
your mind, and the more I observe it, you seem really disturbed kid”
I’m not though, I just can’t fall asleep without feeling assertive.
News will soon pass of my fear, my anxiety and the moon in its grasp.
The planet wouldn’t last, shit I got solar systems fooled from my craft.
Thirty six hours I’ve been awake, insomnia has a thin escape.
Lucky to get outta this alive, been a slave
with pills prescribed to keep my mind’s will engaged.
It wasn’t happening, I trashed them after talking to the walls.
I told them to stop standing around and start walking with us all.
They didn’t listen, they stood neutral and I imagined they laughed
along with the birds ***kling facts, as they took less action fast
and peered in with compassion through the other side of the glass.
They’re here.
Who?
As I heard the door open slow, I said “Stop!” and, “Slow your rolls.”
Let’s not invite ghosts in to uphold the undead plot of poaching souls.
So those ghosts I told,
“I will not stand for this! Forty five hours now and I’m wearing thin.”
Seems every place I look I’m being scowled and paired with sin.
And since I’m scared again, I should kill time so stress doesn’t grow.
It’s like walking a tightrope into a lobby full of guests I don’t know.
I don’t need direction, no pills, no blessings or some cheap thrills to feel
like I’m alive. I strive to heal my questions with a deep will to steal.
With crooked eyes, she smiled. “I can hear your thoughts breathing.”
Red handed, I demanded proof that I’ve been caught stealing.
I knew the cabinet’s weakness, if I took her food, she’d see it
and seek a partner in the fridge to rid me of my loose leaf feedings.
“Shrewd! I need it!” I shouted, slamming the door shut on my enemies.
Leave me alone!
Maybe my ends will meet when I sleep, or when my dreams have melodies.
The less I keep trying to fight this mess in me, less empathy
speaks a beat able to put me to sleep within two seconds, see…
…my legacy has tendency, and I’ll be the first to stay awake forever.
It’s what I’ve always wanted, to be remembered to escape displeasure
in any and all paces of weather, no matter how it affects my mood.
I’ve crept in through tighter passages with my passion’s neglect for truth.
As humans we are not flawless, yet we still strive for perfection.
Minds stretched, coats worn with obsession for lawlessness,
and such solemn bliss that possesses signs of depression.
Add that and a good slice of paranoia you’ll get a story
that’ll tell the tales of each night you’ve slept in glory.
But when will I close my eyes? When will hope arise?
When will I turn my off my mind? Maybe when they leave…
Who?
The Lies.
Goodnight.
1. You're determined to stay awake for as long as possible.