​haven’t wrote in years, wrote this as a challenge in a duration of two songs

Mourning

Screams echo down the hallway through the cracks of my door which then bounce off my walls straight into my brain stabbing it like a Covid 19 test.

It’s 2019 again.

I’m back home, back in their skin, at which I plead to shed to reveal my true colors that have been lost in the perception of everyone else’s wishes and expectations.

The screaming stops and a flash of still light shines through the cracks that whisper to me as if it were a sailors last beam of hope from a distant lighthouse.

Shall I go towards the light or board up the cracks with the planks of perception that have been forced upon me?

I close my eyes for a moment, a faint drip from my hands hit the floor and I am once again swallowed by darkness.

The dripping stops, the walls start to crack, and the screaming starts again, but louder than ever before.