Please wake me up
Or force me back to sleep.
Pump the slimy liquid licorice
Down my throat and
Force me back to sleep,

Where Nothing’s there
And Nothing’s my friend.
Just please don’t leave me here
Where it’s dark and sick,

And I feel their eyes slide
Down my sides and
Through my hair and
Everywhere.

And the burning cold things
With their icy fire stares,
And their sharp nails that
Claw at your skin and
Tear at your hair and eyes
Freezing knives that trace your spine

One moment and
Sever the cord the next--

Cut the flesh and
Make it bleed.
And you can’t
Move
Breathe
See
Scream

Until they’re done playing.
Don’t move don’t cry don’t let them in
And it won’t be real.

Their skin it’s cracked
And burnt
And black
And pulled too tight
Like there’s not enough
To cover the muscles
That pump beneath

And pick you up
Throw you down
Chant out loud
And dance around.

And all around the sick-sweet stench of
Bitter flesh and rotten blood
Pours from their mouths and
Coats your throat thickly

So that when you swallow
It’s your own vomit and their own words
That
You’re
Drinking
In.

There’s no one else here--
Or maybe the things
Are who were here
And now belong to this place.

Part of it.
Part of it.
Heart beat-ing.
Part of it.

And soon maybe you will be too.

The Things say things
That I can’t say
Because then they’re real and
You can’t make them go away.

The things say things that
No one knows
Because their whispers evaporate
When you're not there

But you’ll hear them again
When you go back, back,
Back to sleep.
And they’re the only ones with you.

Where am I?
Please help me!
I can’t wake up
I can’t wake up
I can’t wake up
I can’t wake up
I can’t wake
I can’t
I

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