Whispers of a Silent Fall

Slam

My hands are bloody with my thoughts I've ripped them out of my head
It's six am I've just woken up and now it's time they've said
My pillows laced with poison, it makes for an unruly bed
Theres skeletons in my closet, and their eyes are bloodshot-red.

They stare and whisper, watch the time, but as the dead can speak no truth they also cannot lie.
My eyes are sewn together, my lips are sealed now shh.
Speak a word-though altogether-I cry let my burden be heard.
My split personality flickers, it's tied with a pretty pink bow,
They beg me not to feel the fear and fear my feelings alone.