Under a surface that never existed.
Around me they stand, with sacred purposes.
They're so real, the figments of my imagination.
The spacious black eyes, drowning me with guilt.
Arms reaching over my head,
I crouch to resist.
Close my eyes shut, stranded in the midst.
A circle has formed, shutting out the world,
I can no longer see past the moments that lie ahead.
Contact with mist,
sends shivers down my spine.
Crawling like a hopeless beetle,
falling, starting up the wall.
Again and again.
Now held captive, I let my eyes wander.
My capturers, with faces so faint.
Not an emotion seeps through,
as glares burn deep into my skin.
No, not glares,
dimness sinking in.
I recognize the figures from nightmares long ago.
Fingerless hands, a colourless black,
drape over my flesh.
I am not afraid, as I'm pulled beneath the dirt,
for they are my allies, giving me all I deserve.
They are the voices in my head.
The encouraging words that leave me dead.
The liquid that leaks through my skin.
And the hatred that engulfs me, night and night again.
They are the childhood friends I never had,
ones that never came up in photographs.
They are the miles I've never walked,
Chaining me to trees, they are my lies.
They're so real, the figments of my imagination.
The spacious black eyes, drowning me with guilt.
Arms reaching over my head,
I crouch to resist.
Close my eyes shut, stranded in the midst.
A circle has formed, shutting out the world,
I can no longer see past the moments that lie ahead.
Contact with mist,
sends shivers down my spine.
Crawling like a hopeless beetle,
falling, starting up the wall.
Again and again.
Now held captive, I let my eyes wander.
My capturers, with faces so faint.
Not an emotion seeps through,
as glares burn deep into my skin.
No, not glares,
dimness sinking in.
I recognize the figures from nightmares long ago.
Fingerless hands, a colourless black,
drape over my flesh.
I am not afraid, as I'm pulled beneath the dirt,
for they are my allies, giving me all I deserve.
They are the voices in my head.
The encouraging words that leave me dead.
The liquid that leaks through my skin.
And the hatred that engulfs me, night and night again.
They are the childhood friends I never had,
ones that never came up in photographs.
They are the miles I've never walked,
Chaining me to trees, they are my lies.