Apr 2016
There's a man in my mirror,
His face is not mine.
He's painted onto the walls,
And carved into my mind.
He whispers In my ear,
And tells me strange things,
His twisted words betray me,
He laughs and he sings.
He has eyes so yellow as the sun,
They pierce through me, nothing can be done.
He possesses the key to set me free but he will never give it back to me.
I hope one day he will set me free,
And leave with all of the memories he gave me.
His face is not mine.
He's painted onto the walls,
And carved into my mind.
He whispers In my ear,
And tells me strange things,
His twisted words betray me,
He laughs and he sings.
He has eyes so yellow as the sun,
They pierce through me, nothing can be done.
He possesses the key to set me free but he will never give it back to me.
I hope one day he will set me free,
And leave with all of the memories he gave me.
As I've mentioned in some of my other notes, when I was younger I suffered with a few mental illnesses. One of them was schizophrenia, for over a year I saw this vision of a human like creature that would follow me around and tell me to do disturbing things.
Of course it was all in my head, well that's what I've been made to believe anyway.
But the memory of waking up and seeing him all around me has stuck with me to this day.
Of course it was all in my head, well that's what I've been made to believe anyway.
But the memory of waking up and seeing him all around me has stuck with me to this day.
