my dreams torment me

I pour poison onto skulls
in groups of three
I act in a frenzy
camera zooming in, zooming out
I’m confused, crazed, and depressed
I see children dying but my mind’s not my own
one emotion I can’t control and the rest turn strange
if this sadness isn’t me what else is a lie

I see writings about me, ending alone
driving away everyone I love or thought I did
I pour poison onto skulls
without reason or motive
the hand isn’t mine,
my fingers plucked like violin strings
the skulls haunt me, groups of three
I don’t know why