Looking at my reflection,
is this what others see?
Showing no affection,
this can't possibly be me.
My blood is replaced with anxiety,
panic is taking over.
I'm losing control of my mentality,
life becoming sober.
This body is too familiar,
my hollow eyes are bleak.
The dog days drawing nearer,
This mind becoming weak.
Playing games with my inner demons,
they know where i'm hiding.
turning me into a heathen,
with the bonds they have me tied in.
The voices in my head,
impelling me to break.
This mental coffin is now my bed,
my soul they've come to take.
