Thoughts of a Weathered Mind

Shadows On The Walls

I see them watching me

Always always watching me

They creep from the shadows

Hiding in plain sight

They know my mistakes

My weaknesses

They whisper in my ear

Words only I can hear

I fight to keep them hiden

My own personal demons

They haunt my every step

Making me doubt my own mind

My own thoughts

Wondering if my words are truely my own

Or if it is them speaking

My demons speak to me

The words they say are only ment for me

A war goes on in my mind

Voices whispering from everywhere

Telling me right

Telling me wrong

But never what is real

Never what is fantisy

So here as I set I am stuck in this twisted fantisy

Where the shadows on the walls always seem to lie...