Voices

The voices under my skin,

Make me restart again.

The pulls and tugs carry me away,

Away to a place where I am forced to stay.

A dark reality filled with rooms, and a never ending maze of hallways.

I am stuck here like a curse, until she releases the key to the hearse.

"When will that be?" I say, instead butterflies tell me to pray.

"I do, so when will I be rescued?"

At that moment my lips were sewn, and a blindfold was put on my eyes.

That is when I knew, I could no longer continue, and I was filled with lies.