I Can See Down the Dark Hall

Never satisfied
sucking air
not enough
trying to put myself somewhere else

feelings not my own
belong to someone I don't know
reincarnation of emotions
horrible things I don't know

stressing my brain
not able to comprehend
scared breathless, yet breathing
not yet able to understand
first time this has happened to me

Need other stories
graphic things not of Heaven
stomach in knots even before
psychic muscle unpredicted
last I'd expect from my stomach

these words pour out
they aren't mine
somewhere before me
before my time, someone lived the graphics

Someone from before
uses my hand as a mouth
my pen is a voice
letting it guide horrifies me...