Unseen

A man hides in wall for which he lives, to escape his demons that hunt him in his dreams that are nightmares the sound of fear rings in his head for the acts of what he did. His days are short but his nights are long in which he fines his strength in the bottom of a bottle that he can’t escape to his pills he run and take as he become weak to the being that he is. He holds a hole where his heart once was love he cannot have for in which he will kill. Peace he does not know chaos  is all he has. The war he fights is all in his head lost to what is real is all that he shall know sound no one can hear is all that plays in is ears. As the man goes crazy death is all that he thinks he has. People start to look like demons to him many he will take with him before he goes. The death of many he causes thinking he helping many before he ends his. What he has lift is a name no one will call.