I’m feeling terrified. I’m feeling terrified and hollow. I’m terrified of the decisions I’ve made, And the ones to come. I’m terrified of the dark, That slowly eats me alive. I’m terrified of the poisonous black ink, Trying to discolour my heart, That’s not sure pure anymore. That’s not so whole anymore. I’m terrified of no human being, But me. I’m terrified of my brain. That made me experience insanity In it’s purest form. The overwhelming Overthinking Poison that’s fed From the voices in my head, To the demons in my heart.