I feel like a hollow forest with empty voices flowing through
I'd like to say that you can save me but I'd probably smother you
I'm drowning deep down inside, this empty old well
each moment tingles and sounds like jingles of my execution bell.
I hung myself that's how i died
and they chopped off my head
as i awoke from my overdose
i found myself in bed
oh pretty lies through falling skies
whom else can i tell
my morbid lie, please let me cry
i'm not feeling well
Not a moment soon I have met my doom
under societies constraints
The walls are red, I've wet my bed
my executioner paints
My body's fed as I lay dead
as my family see the view
I am the hollow voice in the empty woods
I slowly echo through
don't follow me, they have swallowed me
and now i'll swallow you
and you can be lost too.
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A Nightmare While Awake
PoetryA set of short Poems that show a progression of a mental state