Rid Me

It's 1:00 am yet I ain't asleep...
Starin' at the ceilin,
As my thoughts take a leap....

This fantasy world,
Has taken a toll...
...On all the soft scruples as they,
Hit the thorny roofed stalls....

The fan spins like an Earth fast forward...
Air scything sound as the crickets are unheard...

The wardrobes are open...
Come hang me in...
Sick of the reflection,
Sick of the sin....

Pray rid me of this hell...
I'll try not to yell...
As it turns darker,
And no more can I tell...
I promise i'll stay mum,
I might even go numb....
But I can't pay you any worthy sum....

The clocks still tickin',
Don't pay no heed...
A double negative..
A ragin' feelin to seed...
....while the moon aligns the stars vertical...
Better begin countin' before he is done...

Before i'm minced by the raptor above...
Before the sheets wrap up the doubts...
A good riddance to my rottin' self,
A harsh goodbye as I burn down the shelf....

Pray rid me of this hell....
I'll try not to yell...
The sooner its over the better I tell....
The better its done,
This battle'll seem won...
The lesser i'll yearn....
The lesser i'll churn...

....And the shorter i'll struggle,
As nothin' is learned....