Looking around me,
I feel stuck in a dream.
Faces, places, and all the things that I see,
not one of them seems real.
I float around in my own head
withdrawing for hours to the comfort of bed.
or walking endlessly without a bit of direction.
Hitting hard against each wall that I pass,
in hopes of feeling that I exist.
My words are emotionless
coming off flat.
I laugh for no obvious reason
while staring at an empty wall
completely lacking simple expression.
I can't hold a conversation,
socialize or smile,
without my paranoia kicking in.
Causing me to cry at every twig
that snaps to bits.
I feel reality slipping far from my grasp.
Throwing me into a world of murders
and nightmares that never stop.
There's no going back.
Demons turn the Earth a shivering cold,
shadows follow me with every step that I take,
souls are trapped to wander forever,
and a ghost is out to put an end to my living.
One day I'll be permanently,
dragged down into their Hell.
Forced to wander hopelessly
for all of an eternity.
Until then I'll just yell to the air,
begging whoever hears to get me out of this shell.
Because my internal storm
is worse than their world could ever be.