I'm well acquainted with the voices all over this house
Speaking in whispers and filling me with douse
Controlling me until I tumble all over my head
Telling me to raze my skin until its painted in red
I've met with the sinister monsters under my bed
Crawling towards and tearing my soul to shreds
Making me shiver all over with ageless dread
Begging me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
My colors are leaching out
My world is dried to drought
How can this all possibly be?
I need someone please help me
