I am fight against myself.
My mind, it...
It tricks me.
A gasp of air,
a cry of pain.
Horrified,
my thoughts of death, alive.
My heart bleeds of
infected wounds that run so deep,
infested is my state of mind.
I'm blind
Can not find my own reflection!
I'm one but two.
Silence!
Can't hear myself!
I fight the voices,
thoughts that pierce a soul
my soul
but
I fight against myself.
My mind, it...
It tricks me.