Walking through the empty streets,
Behind all the crumbling sheets,
Listening to my beasts,
Crying, on repeat.
I know every flower of ceiling,
Stumbling under the weight of feelings,
Tired of kneeling,
Waiting for arrival of healing.
My fan is moving,
My vision is disproving,
All the voices are fooling,
Only pain here, is blooming.
I forgot to turn off the light,
Everything seems quite,
I’m not alone in this fight,
All my fears are here,
By my right.