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.