Could You stay in a psychics mind?

Could You stay in a psychics mind?

Could you live inside a psychic’s mind

Not being sure of who or what you’d find

Shadows speaking names you never knew

Thoughts that shift, like mist, then break in two

A room where time forgets to move in line

Where every mirror shows a different sign

Walls that hum with secrets never said

A candle burning softly to the dead

Footsteps echo—none of them are yours

Doors that open into other doors

And deeper still, beneath the velvet gloom

A child weeps inside a locked-up room

The future claws through cracks within the floor

It knows your name, and what you’re sorry for

Her fingers twitch, she smiles but doesn’t blink

She pulls you somewhere darker than you think

Could you stay there, silent, cold, confined

Just a whisper in a psychic’s mind?