Why am I here?
I'm back inside these quiet walls.
I can hear my thoughts screaming in my head.
His voice is still in here and I'm scared.
It's calling my name
Begging me to do his deeds
And no matter how much I refuse
He won't leave me alone.
I'm never getting out of here.
The whole world seems so distant in here
Sometimes I think it's not real.
I'm always alone,
I even speak alone,
So perhaps there is no world.
My home is inside these lines
And these four walls are my world.
I wonder if there is a God in my world.
Does the devil sleep beside me?
Do they know I speak their names?
Maybe I'm not real at all.
I'm an illusion with nothing to gain and nothing to lose.
I can't die within these walls
Yet to the world I'm not alive.
I am merely a ghost wandering these two realms.
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