The shadows

Put the the pen to the enlightenment of why I gotta live my life like this sitting in cells fighting my mind talking too the wall who's really out on the other side of it look sickness to the thick musty sick though run trough the brain suffering from how long I've been inside this cell lock down with no one to call lay up in the cell waiting to get mine haven't seen the outside think about getting high just living a good life with my son by my side to the sick thing that's they see when they don't realize I'm not the guy I'm otherwise full the body to to side sick little succubus subsidizing sickly little critters creeping by my doorstep sick demons it's out to got me maybe a little sucked up in psychosis but I don't know this put pistol to a man's eye but make him cry and walk away till voices in my head creepy little skeleton under my bed won't let sleep at night he keeps telling me to do these bad things why's he cry he's lying make me wanna pull my hair I'm really alone with thoughts and the demons screaming talking about hells fire they say it's required they say I'm hell bound cooked like chicken they say they will grant me wishes I live with a sick little demon on my mind it seems only in my thoughts did cripple cut and burn inside the brain all the drugs im taking got me looking at the end now just locked in a cell walking wall to wall thinking mad thoughts talking about hurting the demons in the shadows in my cell doing let me lose to the demons inside the things dark and demented creepy little creatures crawling all around my cell when I sleep I'm aware at all time CO flashlights come through my lonely confinement they hold me in the dark the darkness has curse my soul to a dark place in a cold sleepless cell waiting for my next meal thinking about smoking thc to clean my mind sicken murdus think thoughts of this sicking Little demon keeps play games with my mind