Blinded by pitch darkness I’m cornered in loneliness,
All alone in this big mansion that's a stranger to daylight,
Deeply submerged in darkness.
I can't even see a ray of light.
I feel like I'm drowning deeper,
And there’s no one to rescue me from this plight.
I'm left with no hope or strength,
And there's no way I can escape.
Nor is there anyone to converse or understand,
In this god forsaken night not even the moon's there to help,
Neither my shadow' is in sight for me to confide.
Suddenly, whispers pierce like arrows through darkness
And the silence is shattered like a dropped ming vase.
Eventually the voices get louder and louder
And the deafening silence dissolves into the thin air.
As the voices from the attic begin to resonate;
Here the past lies untouched and it gets mysterious everyday
It could be true or just a deceptive game of my mind.
I sit there perplexed as I hear the voices echo over my head.
Some scream for freedom and some shout in remorse.
All they want now is a slave who can serve them right
A mind, which they can rule upon.
A puppet with its strings in their hands.
I refuse, I resist but this seems to be the toughest task.
They plead and beg so that I open the attic door
And let them out from their dungeon
Where they've been trapped since they were born.
I close my ears tight and pretend to be deaf
Yet those voices just don't leave.
No matter to whom I tell this, they just don't believe.
The world calls me a schizophrenic
But that's not what I am according to me.
I'm gifted and I'm special.
My vision exceeds what you see.
Someday, I'll also be cured and free
And pretend to lead a life normally.
Just like everyone else around me.