Something's inside

You wish you were asleep.
You wish you weren't alive.
You wish so many things but you haven't opened your eyes.
You aren't real on the ground.
Just look at that beast in the mirror.
Don't you wish you could be free?
It couldn't be any clearer.
 
Sounds around you.
Are you scared?
Shrieks and screams ring.
Flesh and clothes flee.
Ripped from their homes.
Shhh...
You're safer alone you think.
But soon you realize.
That subtle note sings every time in bed you lie.
Bloodshots reappearing old friends aren't they endearing?
Ha.
But soon they will die.
 
You're roaming the streets now looking for blood.
Antisupersensitive delirious kid.
Non of them matter what matters is you.
Is selfishness the monster or is it really just you?