Immortal-cure

To you, my room is a whole world. You endlessly float around, unable to settle. You disturb my slumber, night after night leaving me restless, as you silently go back and hide into the darkness within my room. Each morning, I search my room for you, seeking out your being, possessed by the idea of ending you, but yet I can't. You make me dread the night. I toss and turn endlessly, desperately trying to rest and finally sleep. You are my God, you control me, you control from this one point my whole life. You are my God. But still, day after day I search for your existence to remove it, night after night you come back and rule over my being and

The lifeless village is still covered by the blanket of fog. No one has entered, no one has left. When I go outside into the garden, I have to bring a stick to tap around to feel where things are. This fog isn't natural, nothing like this is natural. I'm starting to hear whispers in the air, I want to say they're spirits talking to feel comfort for what I want it to be. But I know it's not. My conscience is breaking apart, all my thoughts and dreams and hopes are in the air. Taunting me for what I'll never get. The fog is taunting me. My food is running a little low, usually mother goes to the shop to get food for the house but she went befor

The lifeless village is still covered by the blanket of fog. No one has entered, no one has left. When I go outside into the garden, I have to bring a stick to tap around to feel where things are. This fog isn't natural, nothing like this is natural. I'm starting to hear whispers in the air, I want to say they're spirits talking to feel comfort for what I want it to be. But I know it's not. My conscience is breaking apart, all my thoughts and dreams and hopes are in the air. Taunting me for what I'll never get. The fog is taunting me. My food is running a little low, usually mother goes to the shop to get food for the house but she went befor