He sees his own skin
his veins
his blood dripping to the floor
But still feels nothing
but loneliness
The voice in his head speaks to him
more frequent than usual
"You're not alone, you're not alone, YOU'R NEVER ALONE
I am always here to keep you company"
He hates his companion
Hates it's voice and how it steals him
It is a theif that robs a part of him every passing day
He can't remember the touch of warmth against cheek
or the chill of the cold
He is gone but strives for the truth
He struggles trying to pull himself from his own lies
his deceit
his desguise that he wears so well
He screams to the skies
"Am I the only one who feels this way?"
