Bad Thoughts

Closing my eyes to visions of nightmares Thinking of things I hate Opening my eyes to another nightmare Thinking of a way to make it stop In my dreams my jaw opens for rot In my wake my jaw is clenched tight In my dreams my eyes see all When I wake I see a haze Dreams come in through the open window Yet never leave They linger and fester Create homes in my clothes In all the nooks and crannys They eat the happy thoughts Rot away my sanity When I open my eyes I see them scatter Hiding away They were not meant to stay They grow gluttonous on my sanity Leaving nothing at the table Not even a scrap left for me I somehow find them Hiding under tables I squash them without mercy Leaving little black spots But with one death another joins In the name of vengeance Of some grandparent Some day I hope The bloodline will end Either my own Or the bad thoughts One has to go