Come back sleeping

Stop your mind.
Put it into nirvana stats,
come and tell anything,
first thing that fills that
black space between your eyes.
Come and hit,
your hands full of blood,
take your head between them
and crash into the door.
Come and twist your t-shirt,
soaped in swet of badmood,
all over the bathroom.
Come an get clean,
trow up all,
vomit your shoes,
start feeling,
you stomach aches,
your head aches,
your heart beats.