I can see what my ears hear, but my eyes can’t tell me if it’s real,
This high pitched everlasting squeal forcefully makes me kneel.

You have the power to control me but I am still free,
Pulling me and drowning me into your dead sea.

You say these bad words and some are true,

But how am I supposed to know,
What even are you?

Is it right to feel trapped in your body,
That you have an anchor at your feet,
A heavy weight on your shoulders,
Slowly pulling you under the waters…

When it’s dark you can’t be seen,
Just a horrifying blur,
This is only because you are my darkness,
And in the light you beat me with harshness.