Doubt. fear. desolation

Go away
Get away
Get away from me
These demons that I fight keep screaming back at me
These skeletons in my closet keep screaming back at me
They keep torturing
And these voices in my head will not leave me alone
Leave me alone
I will not die alone in this room
Cause the hole in the middle keeps growing bigger and bigger
And I see the faces staring back at me
I see them contorting
So I fight with my eyes closed
Afraid to see what awaits me at the bottom of this deep
Black hole
Where are you?
When the knife is at my throat
Where are you?
When the knife is at my throat?
Where are you?
God, where are You?
What will become of me?
What will become of me?
I guess I'll never know
What will become of me?
Doubt
Fear
Desolation