I came here to make you dance tonight

"blasphemy tastes most delicious on sunday"

tired and in need of a diagnosis
something to tell me that this isn't how it's supposed to be
i mean
i can figure that part out myself
but it'd be nice if someone could tell me how to fix it.
fear and exhaustion
knots under my ribs
jitters that whisper
along my nerves
something is coming
something dark is coming
what if
you'll never wake up
(i suppose it could be worse)
something bad is waiting for closed eyes
if i clench my jaw tight enough
i'll be safe till morning.