The ceiling above me
Depicts my blank stare
The walls all around me
Are butterscotch bare
There are voices below me
In living lie rooms
And a silence beside me
So restless it looms
There are monsters beneath me
Or just in my head
Though exhausted they keep me
Awake in my bed
To write of the real me
Whom they'll never know
For this coffin conceals me
I died long ago