Sound and Fury

I'm so tired. I need to close my eyes for a moment, but every time I do my heart races and my mind becomes a horrific landscape. I've just seen an image of my father bleeding from his chest. I've just heard my mother screaming at me. I hear voices whispering strange nonsensical things and some part of me loves it. I can't stop writing these things down. I think maybe they're important for some reason. My brain is falling apart, and I need to write a poem.