The silk sounds of the ticking clock, ever so faded
Will gently knock their pattern in my skull
Sunken eyes assume it as a call for help

--Desipher the morse code


nothing


Scoff at my paranoia,
Gawk at my pained grin
I'm aware of what I am


Every thousand or so blinks, an eyelash will outrun me
But my sleep-craven skin will shed to gain slumber
Count the intervals between each shut,

--Does it make a melody?

no


Scoff at my paranoia,
Gawk at my pained grin
I'm aware of what I am


Sweat glands close at night,
or maybe my blankets just absorbs it
Does it matter? --fingernails painted with dry blood

Sorry for the delay
Sorry for the wait
Sorry for the worry
I have inconvenienced you...


I haven't?


Scoff at my paranoia,
Gawk at my pained grin
I'm aware of what I am


Blinded by too fixated of sight
Deafened be too weary of ears
Paralyzed by muscles too tense

I am aware of what I am,
I am aware that makes it harder
To open up and love with honesty


As to prevent the world from being aware of what I am








© Marah Schneider