Sslippery Flooor

longing for a drop of rain to wash all the dirt away from my face from my soul a tiny drop of rain will shatter all the lethargy that's been eating the brain all seem to be dark not the darkness that I long for not blindness not music not even the smoke of a screaming train a kind of darkness that you must throw up to free your stomach from a moving sneering crow that flutters deep inside you and escapes from your eyes and leaves you bleeding. it's so dark that it's white so silent that it's buzzing how I wish for a cup of sleep with too much sugar and a bottle of poison or wine with no brand on it the silence is ripping off my heart, my lungs, my throat my ears are on the floor bleeding but running away from my head they mock me and run away with their tiny red feet my fingers are dry and skinny with no nails on them they drop one after another on the red, cold and slippery floor they follow my feet in search of their nails and I am left mutely screaming in silence mutely screaming in silence