I look into your eyes but there's nothing to see
Nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me
But the real enemies are within me... Fear and hatred and black anger.
I sound too much like a schizo when I think about it. I don't recall memories, instead, they force themselves on me; and ever so often my mind's eye bends itself to replaying certain scenes through my skull, distorted and repetitive.
Recently I'm suffering of what borders on hallucination. Everywhere I turn in a crowd I seem to see that face appearing on some random person. That face which has haunted me for so long. This unconsious obsession is extremely disturbing. I cannot banish such images; somehow my will is sapped whenever I try to avert my thoughts and my gaze.
Haunted, I guess. Not driven insane.
Yet.
