a graveyard of thoughts lies beneath my skull
protected by a hard shell made of fear
and as i lie, starring at the ceiling
the zombies in my mind are starting to come to life
they won't let me sleep
they crave my pain
and it just makes it harder
because they've settled in my own head.
and as they consume my hopes i wonder,
if i'm the only cemetery where the flowers are beginning to wither
where the bodies are starting to rot
as they fade away in people's memories.
there are monsters inside my head
eating away the leftovers of any positive thoughts remaining
spreading away my fears
they don't want me to live
i want to succumb the pain
so the creatures that have settled in my mind can let me rest in peace
because maybe, the only way to stop feeling pain
is not feeling anything at all.
