Hole in my head

wake up to find a hole in my head

don't get up, i'll mess up the bed

don't get excited, the hole could get righted

don't fly away, just lay and decay

don't try to hide, it finds you in time

instead, let it go

it'll consume you, so nothing can grow
it'll fuel you, so things go real slow
it'll include you, and everyone you know

The hole, which started in bed, seems to have made it around my head!

The hole took its time, like pickles in brine, and soon everything seemed to feel fine.




But the truth was much worse,
like some sort of curse,
like dreams still unearthed,
like love without worth,

the hole ate my soul, and with such a toll, my spirit let go

And the outside smile, so vivid and wild, gave mask to the life that inside had turned vile.

"you can't hide from your writing, so don't even try"