High-Strung

The footsteps grow louder and the corny suspense music you hear in horror flicks is rising and falling in my head, I can feel my stomach quiver, my body is shaking and my fingers are missing the keys, it is the music - the music in my head and the never ending traffic, like a metal band slowly going insane - but it calms down eventually to become crackling static on the kind of phonecalls that make you wait too long. My skin is still feverish, my body is shaking and I can hear the aftermath of the music in every pore reverberating in my skull, shaking shaking I cannot stop fucking shaking. It feels like I'm in the middle of a swarm of bees, their insanity and pointlessness is in my head and I am trapped, I cannot step out of their buzz, their endless constant noise, that's what all this dreaming has gotten me.