I feel the emptiness inside,
and hear the voices below my hair,
I wish I could run and hide,
But my mind is their lair.
This is the repitore,
Of the crazed life I lead,
But I wish to be set free,
Because these spirits are not me.
Living in a hollow globe,
(A side you will never see)
Living in this hollow globe,
(If not just globes, what are we?)
How can I sway your mind,
That the world inside your head.
Is just one of many instead?
You think you see it all,
But to be truthful, you see nothing.
Even though the struggle is hidden,
Containing the horrors is something.
Nothing is more horrific,
Than losing control of your mind,
When your demons start sight seeing.
Only darkness you'll be able to find.
I have survived this day,
And I look to the next.
I hope to never lay,
My head to eternal rest.