My emotional emptiness has
Pierced through my flesh
And deep within me,
I feel hollow.
It’s an uncomfortable void
That pushes me to eat on what the world offers,
And yet I am not filled.
But I am the more hollow.
My mind screams at me
As my inner voice tries to comfort me.
I find myself lost and confused,
Becoming delusional as I fear sleep.
Because I keep hearing,
Traditional African drums playing
Chantings and wicked screams
As my soul is being pulled out
By a mere mention of my name.
Wrestling to get back in my body,
For the fear of being sacrificed
Or forcefully joining a cult.
If I ever open up,
Wont I be judged as insane?
Or called an attention seeker?
Maybe you think it’s my imagination
Or something I read or watched,
But look into my soul
And watch my insanity as your fiction becomes my reality!