• Alone in my sanctuary
    Your angry whispers breathed upon my neck
    Why are you here? Leave me in solitary


    I'm a subject of your devious trick
    My sense are starting to fail me
    These visions are making me sick


    Your attempts to harm me are relentless
    Your actions leave me in distress
    Your not imaginary, I'll make you confess


    My palms are wet, unable to move
    The sound of voices fills my room
    The existence of this being I must prove


    No one believes me, they think I'm ill
    Those people in white are knocking at my door
    I hope its time for my pill