Your eyes are open but you don\'t see
as the lights go out and the sun goes down
the black hole that opens around my feet
failing to witness the dark aura enimating from my weighted body
falling through emptiness
trying to grasp the pretty items as they turn to smoke
my essence
boxed in a damp room full of depression and sorrow.
Your ears are clear but you don\'t listen
to the screams from the demons clawing at my flesh from within
not hearing the water as it drips from my eyes in protest
the sound of feet landing on distraction words like branches of a tree
only just holding my body weight
before breaking in the breeze
locked in a soundproof room with no way to escape