I toss and turn underneath my sheets
I feel you watching me as my consciousness depletes
The dark, black void of your eyes
I feel at a lost what inside that lies
So much that the darkness hunger eats,
And feeds on my hopes and dreams
As I lose myself among the screams
Of my protestant thoughts
As you loom closer with a stench that rots
Ripping my being at the seams.
I feel the in cave of my bed
As you lay your head
Next to me on my pillow,
A weeping willow,
You loom over me, as heavy as lead.
I try to speak
But my voice is to weak
From screaming,
Eyes teeming,
With tears, that happen to sneak;
Behind my dead eyes.
Where there are lies
That I tell myself when I'm fine.
Waiting to push myself across the line
That once it's crossed everything dies.
No one can hear my screams,
Behind my smile that beams.
The demons that are hiding in my head,
Are hiding under my bed.
Waiting to act their schemes.
Depression is a person in my head,
Laying next to me in my bed
Hurting me
Keeping me under lock and key.
That person is you.
