The Cell

I’m sitting in my cold cell
My private hell
These voices in my head
They want me dead
It doesn’t matter how hard I try to cover my ears
They still keep whispering and feeding all my fears
Will I ever find a way out of this maze
Or shall I dwell in here until the end of days
Will it ever end
I hope it will
I lost myself again
What remains of me
These demons inside me
They make me see
Visions of fire and hate
I cannot takе
Am I alive or am I dead?
Therе is something working in my head
Is it pleasure or is it pain?
It drives me more and more insane