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Rotgut and Gut Rot
Red balloons with clowns attached
Lock your doors
Keep the windows latched
So many people
Knocking at the door
One, two, three, four,
Ten or twelve or maybe more
Disembodied voices
Screaming in my head
I found their bodies sleeping
Underneath my bed
Which I am now so far from
But still they haunt my head
There’s a man in the corner
There’s a child on the ceiling
I don’t know what’s over there
But still I hear it screaming
Howling echoes in my mind
Demons dance before my eyes
Seems I forgot my pills again
I search for them with hazy vision
Check the bottle once then twice
Then with horror I realize
Why it is that I’m so nervous
Why I appear so tense
The pills offset each other
So I’m not making sense
And then my head begins to spin
My vision darkens yet again
I fall to the floor
And the beasts dance no more
But still the voices loudly roar
Among the lot, before consciousness slips
“Leave him be. He's just drunk again.”
Copyright ©
Kovah Havok
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