i was trying to sleep
but that thing next to my bed
kept scratching on the wall
and so i lashed out
but it was too fast for me
and i had to yell at it
and it shut up for a minute
but went back to its

scritchscritchscritch

like broken nails on stone
until i was like

“FUCK MAN I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!”

but it never responds
though sometimes it stops

for a minute

that’s when the race to dream starts
and i am sprinting hard to darkness
and just before the finish line
it starts again…

scritchscritchscritch

setting my hairs on end
and making me want to fire-bomb the bedroom
but there’s no sense to that
because it’s where i keep my clothes and shit

so i just lay upon my back bleeding curse words
while the bastard keeps it up
through the inky hours
till i get up with the sun
and it sleeps like the ass it is