sleeping with eyes open wide. melted sheets trapped, becoming one with my bed and the dark shadow at my feet. surrounded by empty faces looking down at me in a panic trans, running through brain waves with no escape. in pain, i bleed the very blood that boils through my vein. pouncing heartattack. they are shadows, i am afraid. the pointing fingers no longer point at me but at the portraits painting out history of genes, hereditory disfunction, alcoholic memory harsh depression of canabalism in animal warfare. family in pain. ive nothing to do but lie awake in pain. my pillows give off comfort no more but suffocate. my sheets twind color coated trap of heat not of passion but of death. my blankets a cacoon of years in pain and suffering, will hold me down. the sounds, they ring an echo of intesity and hallucination. buzzing bumble bee wearing mask resembling an imitation of god bearing the strange resemblence of my old body mangled confusion. technicolor of white noise beyond disbelief. disbelief upon false belief of the unbelievable. gasp gasp gasp. saddie is her name telling me stories of old men war veteran PTSD whilding shot gun painting walls. Johnson Evers, was the name. a messege misgiven. may be possible warning.