Put it to bed
It’s not good
For your head
STRIKE 1
Your eyes
Become like
Golf balls
In the night sky
You scream paranoia
Like it was the last
Thing on earth
STRIKE 2
You walk a lonely road
You can hear the thoughts
In your head a little clearer
You can’t control your mind
You can only block it out
STRIKE 3
Darkness looks pretty now
