on thoughts i have;

needles through the eyes, through the brain, out the other side.
oh deary me, it seems ive lost the key,
but i can see through the door,
and watch you muffling her moans, so i dont know.
noises in the mind, voices in the head.
do you hear that?
hallucinating, this one was real.
did you see that?
and blood streaming from the mouths,
the pitter patter puddle making the words you never could.
saying something about those pills, how many?
are they doing it for you?
can you breathe again, have you escaped?
pumping chemicals through the veins, convinced youre still alive.
i tried, in those highs, to write you,
but my pencil, it was upset with me, it walked away.
what normality? this is conformality.
youre just like the rest.
whos the man in my bedroom doorway, wearing the black hat.
is he a good one? scratches down my back.