paranoid

these crazy thoughts 

crawling out my brain

spilling out my mouth 

concrete plans 

with no sidewalk 

nightmares 

that lack no happy ending 

daintily little bodies 

laying dead 

hanged over 

the railing of my bed 

sharpen knives 

and 

guns 

gushing blood 

innocent little thoughts 

that started as a game 

drawings 

mapped 

and 

dark 

pencil 

jagged and curved 

pressing 

into the paper 

like knives 

pressing into 

innocent bodies 

hollowed 

screams 

that turn 

into 

echoes 

talon-like 

nails 

scratching the wall 

as I trap my victims 

in my spider web of thoughts 

saliva stained 

walls 

that lick off the lead 

peeling from 

the walls 

bones cracked 

and caved in 

into 

the wall 

lost souls feasting 

on my thoughts of emptiness 

ravenous beast 

getting drunk 

off of last night blood drive 

I had in my room 

velvet and crimson 

stains 

on the carpet of my floor 

my bed becomes my grave 

suicide in the bed 

a little  sleep never hurt anybody 

you hope this poem 

was just a nightmare

well see about that tomorrow