Pricked Lids

My mind won't let me sleep again

It's whispering doubts and voicing pains seductively

showing me productively, things I've failed

to process well, that I don't need, don't need

to have thrown across my windowsill and block

out street from sharpened gaze

I know already, it's telling me, forsaking me

I put it there, most carefully, decided and deliberate;

shelved cautiously

I don't need my mind to run it over, run it past me

run it round me

now I'm crushed beneath it, holding up my skull

and brain above me,

my mind won't let me sleep again,

and the situation won't mistake

my plans, to sleep in dreamless sleep again, will never

now engage my lids, will never drop them down and down

as whisperings of insecurities prick my lids back to

extremities of things said and done, associated with

experience. That won't quit, won't drive away

even though I tucked it up there high and asked

it nicely, please to stay, and not to

burn it's way back down, to trouble what little

dreamless sleep I dared protect, blissfully, unaware

controllingly, that such sleep was meant

to soothe and love me.

And instead it does abuse and hurt me

Cynical Manipulation

I've reprogrammed the right ventral tegmental area of your brain

I hope you don't mind, but I thought that your neurones needed fine tuning

I didn't discern you noticing as I did it, you appeared apathetic, although you were sweating

But I figured ADH levels in your nephrons would soon sort that out

When I spoke it was long, diappearing sentances, like how do you think that I like that you think?

And would you say that which I had said you would say?

Until you were confused to the point where I could just about say anything, anything

And I did, I reprogrammed your brain to become quickly addicted

Soaring towards a fearfully close mindset, manipulating your heart rate to also soar

I could hear your atrioventricular valves closing, and your arteries dilating to regulate the blood pressure that was now rising

And your brain told you that I was the answer to your body's disobedience, that to control externally your internal dilemmas

You needed my touch on your sensory neurones