Dead in my bed.
My head aches,
swollen with stress.
Tragedy rewinds
on a worn VHS tape,
a melody played
on my old cassette.

My chest is heavy,
covered in sweat,
breaths shaky,
emotions suppressed,
I’m breaking slowly
as the voice creeps in.

I swallow pills,
force to forget
who I am…
Soon, I’ll be a
Dead Silhouette…