Haunted

something I wrote a while ago -- a bit dark, and raw.

Haunted

Fleeting thoughts, in my head
A blackened soul, a heart that's dead.
Empty words and empty wounds
Fill the voids of empty rooms.

Floating through my days and nights
Synthetic actions, plastic plights.
Try to hold my crumbling dreams,
But pieces seep into my seams.

Flooding panic, alone I choke
Screaming in silence, searching for hope.
Can I, can't I, will I, won't I,
Am I living out a lie?