I can hear the voices calling me.
I fall to my knees but I get no response.
I scream out to the heavens.
Praying for the demons to come and take me away.
Everyday is just like the last.
Just give me my freedom.
From this hell.
Which I rightly deserve.
Under me lies a new beginning.
Who am I to know that this will be my end?
All I have is all I've taken.
With nothing left to behold.