paranoias game

the walls are bleeding names i forgot,

every knob a noose, every thought’s a knot.

i hear their whispers crawl through the floor,

begging me to open the fucking door.

my breath is poison, my veins are glass,

they crack with every second that pass.

they’re in my skull, they’re in my spine,

digging graves in a heart that isn’t mine.

held hostage in my mind,

their screams are my voice,

i never had a chance;

i never had a choice.

the windows blink, their eyes all black,

every word i hear, i give it back.

the ceiling’s dripping venom and lies,

a choir of needles behind my eyes.

i can’t stop the fire; it’s eating the air,

the smoke tastes like secrets, and i choke on despair.

they’re in my blood, they’re in each vein,

im a burial site made from my own pain.

i claw at my shadow,

but it holds me tight,

it knows my sins

and wears my pretifried.

if i could tear my skin and let it all out,

would they scatter, or would they crowd?

the walls don’t breathe; they suffocate,

every second feels like it’s too late.

they’re in my blood, they’ve taken my name,

paranoia’s a lover, and i’m her game.

im over it

11/19/2024