Eyes in the Walls
The walls remember what I cannot forget,
Whispering names I fear to speak.
Shadows coil, curling like smoke,
Hissing truths that taste like grief.
Every heartbeat drums a warning,
Every floorboard moans beneath my weight.
I reach for comfort, find only absence,
Hands of the lost slipping through my own.
Eyes in the walls, eyes in the dark,
Watching, waiting, marking every thought.
Paranoia bites like a hungry knife,
Gnawing at the edges of reason.
Memories bleed into the corners,
Faces that haunt even the light.
Loss is a storm I cannot outrun,
Grief a tide dragging me into night.
I speak, and the echoes answer wrong,
I move, and the shadows mimic me.
Trapped in a mind that has turned on itself,
The world outside a distant, mocking dream.
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