Following me
Swallowing me
I've waited
I see it
I lose it
Do I even exist?
I woke up, but went back to sleep
Nothing to do, everything paused
Again I awake, in the afternoon
Messages left but nobody's calling
I need some of these people to help me now
I will pay the prices they request
They just need to return my phone calls
Terror
It follows me
Shame reproduces inside of me
Fear keeps me safe
I think I might be dead
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