yesterday i spent an hour,a full hour in therapy.my favorite doctor landau,my god i hate his breath.he asked me questions,that kind of fool deserves a lie.i gave him answers the kind of answers doctors like,yes i gave him a bunch of lies.i told him all my nightmares are dead and gone,these days i sleep like a baby,and there never,ever was a them.the doctor looked at my eyes"no trace of insanity maybe the time is right now to have a visit from the family im thinking of your mother what does my little patient say?"i shouldve taken his stethoscope and then forced it down his throat,my mother was at stake so i behaved.that night i cleaned the entire house of everything but the memories.no dust no tea oh stupid me i even took the axe away.the sun is up and its time for bed im so tired i cant wait no more.
