14-10-10

14/10/10
Woke up to itching eyes, I raised,
I saw a shape just above my bed,
A mess of wires all connected
to form the face of the demon
I knew must be haunting me,

I stopped breathing and stared,
I shut and opened my eyes
praying my eyelids would work like
windscreen wipers with the truth,
But since when has my life been easy?

Captivated I could not look away,
I expanded my lungs until I nearly died,
A mess of memories all connected
to form the fact that the demon
has always been haunting me,

I stopped breathing and stared,
I shut and opened my eyes
praying my eyelids would work like
windscreen wipers with the truth,
But since when has my life been easy?

I’m stuck in a life too hard
when I know I wouldn’t appreciate an easy one,
I’m stuck with only myself
when I know I wouldn’t want to be anyone else,
I’m stuck with the truth,

And my eyelids, I pray you work like
windscreen wipers for the truth is hard to take,
And my eyelids, I pray you work like
windscreen wipers where I am the
insignificant bug in the way.