iN MY HeaD

There’s a voice in my head
Who says that everyone’s dead.
It says that the moon is
filled with gloom.
I dont want to listen but
It is so loud.
It is so enoying, I wish I
Was a lonely cloud.
I can’t stop hearing all the
Painfull screams.
I can’t stop seeing my
Muse in my dreams.
The darkness is beggining
To glow.
And behind that useless shine
Hides a scary crow.
So, I can’t do anything, just
Lay here and cry.
I can’t wait for Death
Because i cannot die.​