Sold

Sold

Sold myself today, but not as a slave.
Nothing new.
No sex, no violence no abuse, no nothing.
Just the sound of silent cries.
Fear that they heard.
Fear that they are watching.
They are my shadows, my friends, my family, my fiends and demons.
I saw terrible thing in that crazy place.
My own little torture chamber.
That thing they call a mind.
I feel them breathing, and hear there whispers.
Left that place.
A haunted town where ghosts lie.
Dead from me.
But they stand here besides my body.
Following my doubts.
Shards of broken dreams dig into my feet as I walk in the rain of my own gods and devils.
They cry for me not but wish for me to burn.
For the sake of my own heart I cannot return.
I want to leave.
Everyone is right but me.
I am always right.
Always wrong.
Never am I so smart.
Stupid is me.
Gullible I am.
It all fits like a glove.
I sold my soul today.
My heart as well.
Nothing new.
Nothing ever is.
Nothing is ever alright.
This paranoia is very becoming of me.
So like I said.
I sold myself today.
But not as a slave.