Burnt reruns and memories. 
I rot but these aren't mine.
Demons circle my body. 
Fraying away light inside. 
You look OK there so this can't be real. 
You can't be alive. You can't be anything. I can't see. Only projectors in my heart. 
I can't move. and I can't breathe. 
It comes to haunt me. Get out of me, can't you remember who I am? 
And who I want to be? 
I'm afraid to open my eyes.