I don’t know what any of this is for
I’m growing weary, locked inside this door,
of never ending staircases
and cobwebbed walls
cold cement floors
littered with blood and voodoo dolls
outlines shadow your existence
and monsters take your place
and I find myself hiding in the darkness
and scratching at my face
to mutilate these smiles,
that feel much more like frowns
and bleed the agony out of me
so you won’t come back around.
I sense the haunting from our carnage
smothering my breath
and I choke on stale air
because you stole my lungs and left.
leaving me hollow,
and alone within my mind
remembering lost love
and simpler times
I’m held here as your prisoner
locked inside your door
and I’ll never know or understand
what any of this was for.