Sick

[Zen]

Submerged into sand
digging sharply through my eyes
packing my sinuses with cotton
Too dry to cry

Twitching my hands
Rinsing my palms with sweat
I can hardly breathe
Don't care if I die
S'long as I don't die like this

Escape into my dreams I say
You'll be fine in there
My mind doesn't realize
It can turn my dreams to nightmare

Spinning out of the sack in chaos and fear
The monkeys were screaming at the red and white panda
How did I and they get here
Just a noxious memory

Will you make me better?
Will you? Will you? Will you dammit?
Answer! Tell me will you make me better?!
I see, I shouldn't have asked in the first place...

I feel sick, and I'm sick of it.
Doubting there's a cure,
It's time to see whats in store
For me, I hope I don't have to hope at all
And this pox will pass like the sun
Horizon to horizon,
One steady crawl
Can't make me fall

Peace~