That feeling that gives you that jittery shaking in your hands

The one you can’t explain or imagine away

Maybe it’s like hives for you or just an incessant tingling all over

The difference is obvious enough to almost sting

Waking up feels like a dream in itself

Slumber feels real in its own crisp outlay and medley

Maybe you might wake up someday and feel like it’s different too

The acceptance and worlds they always parrot about

You never felt that feeling before, you feel hollow

Lost in your own self or in a sense of self you should be or want to be

Does this make sense to you all?

You let your brain delude you into belief of some sort

It’s better to know than not to at all, right?????

Maybe you will wake up and know what your TV screams at you

It never takes the TV long enough to deliver some terrible news

There's always a boiling pot of human ego and greed somewhere

And watching all this is you, a herald of everything wrong and ignored

Left to yourself you try to find someone like you to feel

Maybe you weren’t made to feel it or you don’t want to feel it at all

Life hasn’t given you any way to know

The noose always called to you in those old western movies you watched

The precise way of cutting off the airflow it had, just perfect

Painless albeit struggled death, you were always caught by how dim their eyes become

You saw it in your dreams a lot, dying repeatedly

Maybe in your confusion you thought that was your path to walk

Made yourself the worst of the worst there was to behold

The day they hanged you was the happiest of your short life

They still did not understand as you were walked to your death on a plank

And as you fell for a thousand years and a blink of an eye

you realized it was all for nothing.....