in the end im still just a boy whos scared of the dark

i spend most nights staring at the ceiling and watching the shadows shift and sigh and whisper. i wonder what they say. the walls beat in time with my heart, quickening and slowing and quickening again, blood spilling and pooling in sickening puddles on the floor. me and the friends in my head (never) go to sleep and dream up a way to wake up from this nightmare. somehow the terror feels more comforting than really being alive.

the only place i can find you anymore are the darkest corners of my mind. xo.