Concept of Conclusions

I don't know how to survive in this slumber.
Medicine has got me in the net.
Want to smoke,
want to smoke the dirt,
but everything is circling me in.

I could feel, hear the heart
throbbing everywhere.
Where are you?.
Behind which corner you hide now?.
Where is it?.
Behind what curtain is the closure?.

Where is it?.

But I know. I do know.
How to survive.

Screams. Squeals.

Screams. Dreams.

Why they pull me out of my dreams?.

Pull me.

Pull me, fingers.

I am the trigger.