STITCHES

The lies my brain plays for my eyes 

Are finally dying 

It was only a matter of time 

I see where I really lie 

In this world of mine 

Trapped in colorless room

Struggling to breathe

Because the air is thick with gloom 

Waiting for my doom 

As reality starts to combine with me

I can feel the presence of dread as it steps closer to me 

I see shadows in the shape of people emerging from the dark corners of the room 

Their entire body is a shadow slowly flowing towards me 

Except 

Their hands 

They have hands of flesh 

So pale I can see their veins 

As they get closer they each pull something from their Shadowy bodies 

Some are holding string and needles 

And others are holding 

Body parts

I stand there petrified

Watching in horror 

Because I recognize them all 

They're pieces of those I love 

Before I can break from my frozen state 

I feel their cold hands grab me 

It's too late 

They're holding me in place

I can't escape

They're starting with my face

The first piece is a hand

They're attaching it to the front of my face 

Sewing our flesh together 

My screams are muffled because it's palm blocks my mouth 

I can only see through its fingers 

They all work simultaneously sewing all the severed body parts to my body 

A face to my chest 

An arm to my shoulder 

A leg to my back 

Eyes to my neck 

I've become an abomination 

Burdened to carry the weight of every piece

Attached to my greatest pains 

I can't get away

Forced to see every memory 

Without its illusionary