The Pillow

Empty words, empty souls , a pillow, a savior, Like sweet flavor, an anchor much braver, There to save you.. And what for? To keep you from sinking deeper From the images that make them think you're a creeper A vision of the reaper, a version much cheaper The scary monster, a creature, the biggest traitor, Who is there to save you? Hunting memories, broken legacies, Bodies stacked with lost identities. Energy drained, dead, just like old batteries. Broken hearts, shattered souls, like casualties. Is this supposed to be the remedy? Finding comfort in the pain, Seeing you as a burden to contain, Calling you insane, Demanding you explain. Leaving you dumbfounded The clown in the game with no brain. Throwing shade, Wanting you to carry all the weight, Till you drop, Fall to the ground, like the rain, Their words stuck like a blood-colored stain. A place to turn and release the strain, Where silence holds what words can't explain The pillow where everything stays the same.