The Tattered Window

Through the tattered window
of my soul demons come and go.
Crawling throughout my mind,
disturbing voices echo.
There is no end until they sleep again
with the pills ingested to quiet them.
Crazy as it seems sometimes I skip
days just to have a little company…
Wouldn’t you if all alone with just your
shadow dancing on the wall?
Maybe, maybe not but then again you’ve
never been in my shoes and walked
a million miles inside my shattered heart
nor cut yourself repeatedly keeping the
pieces together neatly, so never coming apart.


Yoshitoshi Abe Serial Experiments Lain Series


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