Oh the horror. The horror.
Camaraderie.
There's no place like home.
Daydreaming

Corpse Husband

Leaving the house. The hardest of tasks.
Hoping like hell the anonymity lasts.
Afraid to talk lest they notice my voice.
Only mumbling words when there's no other choice.

The horror of life, comes from being alive.
I'm not refusing to get better or refusing to try,
Being in public brings terror like I hoped to never know,
Wish I could block it all out. If only I could let go.

Longing for that sense of camaraderie,
Knowing I'll never be what they expect me to be.
The only closed doors being ones that I shut.
Just let me stay faceless. I didn't ask for this,
But,

There's always a...