Eerie laughter echoes in and out of my hollow mind,

My face is shallow and sunken,

Vacant of human emotion,

Locked away in this rickety old prison,

That is called my imagination,

Taunting eyes look in through the bars,

Haunted by all these memories,

Lashing out at all my fears,

Like a mad rabid dog,

Infected by rage,

And enslaved by fury,

But still full of pretentious pride,

Blinded by unfamiliar guilt,

Sick of this empty feeling,

Broken by my shattered will,

Cold and lonely,

Huddled in the corner,

Waiting for the sun to go down,

And night to rise,

So the voices will all disappear.