Pack rat

My brain don’t work so well no more
it’s cluttered like my floor
I can’t see my carpet nor the door
I’m waiting for the storm to stop
it’s quiet but no room to talk
no room to think more than once
can’t see can’t hear don’t know my name
my brain got lost along the way
and every piece of drunk decay
keeps it molded and still grey
the pain it won’t ever go away
my brain don’t work so well no more
I’m drunk and cluttered on the floor
everything is boxes filled
I’m hurting but I can not think
I’m dreaming now my visions weak

Nightmares

I don’t know what I’m crying for
I just know I’m dying on the floor
moaning and sighing
this heart aches for more
but it’s gone now
it’s gone now
the feeling I was holding
it’s gone now
and I don’t have a cure for sobbing
it’s gone now I’m broken
but it’s not alright
no beauty here, no tragic light
no candle dinners this time tonight
I don’t know what I’m crying for
don’t know why my heart is sore
why every bone is breaking
or why my hands are shaking
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
another breakdown another bad dream