I don't know what your doing but I feel it, I know you're not sleeping. Because i've been turning since 8 trying to fall back asleep. I'm only restless when somethings afoul.
I walk outside and it rains, right down the road its sunny and bright. But right above my head rain. Dark bubbles blossom swaying about. My girl, My girl don't lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?
Because from the looks of things it was somewhere near the brink of hell.
My hands play melodies only deaf can you hear it. The songs reverberating through the tune of it. The monster we feel rising within, but we stopped speaking long ago. Would they know what I was saying? No, of course not.
My song pleas to be alone, for someone to help, some way to clear this before it spreads. But then someone touches me. Now it takes even less than a touch. I'm sitting alone, but I sign quickly before losing to the monster's grip. I am back in an instant, apparently unmoved. Still alone in the room. I wonder if there was any indiscriminate change, someway to tell. It had taken over and I was somewhere beneath.
I slip away to peace instead, gentle calm to quell my shaking hands. Sign hello and lean against the wall thinking back. The last time this happened was much worse then now, in a time when I never came back to peace.
To be continued...
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