Headcase

Head case

Head space

The space between my ears

Is empty

And bursting

Try not to think

Just to exist

Is an effort

Sleep is refuge

But refuge is hard to find

When you're battling

Questioning

Why I do this to myself

Drinking

Drinking

Drinking

Last night was meant to be 'quiet'

But I woke up this morning in a park

Drunk

And stoned

And delirious

I got up

And ran

From the demons in the park

But they're hard to escape

When you carry them in your mind

I saw Pan

And his ilk

I would have stopped

And conversed

But I had to get away

From the chasers

So I ran

And I looked over my shoulder

And I could see them coming

So I ran faster

I ran home

To my bed

To sleep

To refuge

I slept

Until I woke up

And I looked out the window

And they were still coming

They are coming

They are coming

They are coming for me