Static

They yell at me around the clock

Tell me to jump off a bridge, or run into a dark block

They say “move forward, into danger. Time to go.”

They don’t back down no matter how much I scream no

They have this hold on me that’s something of a bully kind

Constantly touching me and sending pictures into my broken mind

They like to tell me I’ll never live a day again

They like to claim I’m hated by all my loved ones and have no friends

They’re jealous of my writing, they like to say I faked it all

They only get off when I’m down and insist that I continue to fall

They claim my twin flame never liked me, and is forever severed from my soul

Even in spite of all the signs, like staring at me and locking eyes with a smile so full

These angry beings twist my thoughts and scream into the sky

They harass me in the nighttime and try to make me cry

They make me hear the moaning, loud and crystal clear

No lives outside of petty revenge, all throughout the year

Two can keep a secret, if one of them’s a bitch

Who’d sooner stab you in the back and throw you in a ditch

This split reality is a prison and a genuine load of shit