An itch, a stitch that keeps pulling
Loose threads in my head
The base of my skull pounding
Sounding like static
Automatic panic
Aching pain
Straining my ears to hear some
Numbing calm
I'm a time bomb
Tick, tock, twitching trigger finger
Creaking floorboards
Too loud to ignore
Too now to be forewarned
Scorned by spooks
Phantom limbs
Enwrap my throat
Entrap my scope
Ropes for walls
Pulling all jagged thoughts
Ragged wants
Holy hunts
Who does prey pray to
When hounds wear halos?
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