Here in My Head

Here in my head

I die again

And stay awake

Where I should be sleeping

And through myself

There is nothing to be seen

Just a bleeding vault

Where I keep my memories

And all the things they've said

There is just an emptiness

Here in my head

From all the things I do not need

And am hated for living without

Here in my head

There is revenge and certainty

Ammunition in ancestral cupboards

And thoughts that wrap around me

So I cannot breathe

Here in my head

I think I might

Walk out of myself.

© Littlejoga 29/04/01