Words by: Christian Jay Sanchez

I was lying on my ransacked bed
I can hear the sound of the creepy bell
of an old, obsolete and haunted church
It gives chill through my whole body

The cold and melancholic wind
was trying to seep through the windows
Of my frigid, lifeless and sterile room
The whole universe was overpowered by darkness

I thought it was just a cinch
To be free with the voices who are singing
Inside your head
like, there was a ventriloquist living inside it.

And I was their slave
I don’t know how to fight
It’s hard..
It’s hard to fight when your enemy is yourself

Every night, when the wind traipses the corner of my room
There’s an incantation that I hear
I want to be free
But they are living inside me

Am I insane?
Asking myself in front of the mirror,
I can see the lifeless reflection of a man
Looking so dull and unhappy
But trying to be resilient

the unheard remorse
the wounded heart
the sound of a weeping heart
a blood that is coursing down through his finger tip
There was no life at all
He’s breathing and yet he’s dead.

photo: ctto


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