i am bleeding all the time from wounds i cant remember (is it mine to remember?)
pain i cant describe (can you fathom it in words?)
words that arent mine (i dont know what belongs to me and what belongs to you)
goblin words goblin thoughts
is this even my blood?
or is it an imposter?
a goblin has crawled inside of me and lives as i lived
cried as i cry
screams as i scream
an imposter lives inside my head as i lie
awake in my bed, arms
outstretched
in the low of night,
fingers etched
around empty air,
searching for
comfort, the same 3:33
impressed into the clock
blaring inside my head,
a head thats not mine
or if it was i cant
remember what it was like
to happily inhabit
its dark cabinets,
claustrophobic cloves in the
corners of my mind
i thought the goblin
was me, but i dont even
know who me is?
she is my
mother my
father my
best friend my
lover my
demons
my
aching heart my
bitten down nails
my weak knees my
tired eyes my tense
shoulders my head
thats lolling right off of
my neck, finally
weighed down by
the exhaustion i feel in
every joint and
every vein and
i think i know
me but the goblin of
me knows me better and
the goblin knows
not me but i dont
know the goblin and
the goblin is not me
but i dont
know
not me and
the goblin knows
and
i dont
and the goblin
cant be (is?)
me
