The Rabbit Hole will never be Whole

The spirits bear witness to my desolation
Observing my soul sinking when I'm trying to swim

....I can't swim….

The ocean of malice floods my sanctuary.
There is no peace; there is no silence.
Even if my life is on mute, they talk with no voice.
Speaking at volumes that overflow my instinct
Leaving behind mold-stained intuition
When it seems dry, it mists

These voices of animosity follow me, room to room
Constantly drilling doubt into my skull
Spitting their poison into these open holes
Acidic dissent soaking deep in the brain
Flowing pain into my body; It's endless

"Everything is your fault!"
I'm trying my best.

"The harder you try, the deeper fall!"
I need to get out of this house.

"You're the monster!"
I need fresh air.

"Everyone will see your failures."
Why are my eyes getting heavy?

"You will ruin someone's life by just stepping outside!"
Why do I feel so weak?

"You're an embarrassment; no one will forgive you."
I should lie down for a bit.

"Go back to sleep; your still life is your only purpose."
Why can't you all go away?

I can always hear them.
From the hallways of isolation to my forsaken covers
Their murmurs, driven with intoxicated contempt

But the thing is, I live alone.

It's almost like the voices are coming from the wall…

....I'll just learn to drown….