Freakazoid

There's a bird in my head and it's freaking me out because it won't stop chirping. All I can envision are plastic dolls smoking cigarettes in the panic room and talking about boys The bird keeps chirping. I'm trying to read this guy's suicide note but it's written in ransom note effect so I'm a little confused. The bird keeps chirping. This paper thin world keeps slicing my skin with stinging swipes from the razor rims of its paper thin sheets The bird keeps chirping. Blood rains in a bottomless drip like I'm a hemophiliac but I'm not or am I? The bird keeps chirping. I'm paralyzed like a tree rooted into the Earth amidst a gust of wind my human arms flail in hysteria but the rest of me is a mannequin. The bird keeps chirping. The world is fuzzy like a limb that has slipped into slumber The bird keeps chirping. static feedback is all that's left it's the only thing that remains real and I can't see straight within the inert realm The bird keeps chirping. There's a vice grip locked around my throbbing temples as cold as steel's surface The bird keeps chirping. A single click rose from out of nowhere and somehow broke through the noise but still The bird keeps chirping. Death's edge feels like it's an inch beyond my stagnant feet The bird keeps chirping. The world disintegrates as fast as a scorching hot bullet cutting through a cardboard target cutting through skin cutting through bone. cutting through life. The bird stops chirping.