don't trust me

A VrThtbox :))) Horror story, better with headphones :) Woke up with hands that don’t feel like mine, red-stained fingers, lost in time. The city sleeps with one dead eye, and something whispers, "You’re still alive... but why?" These feet move, but I’m not walking, this mouth speaks, but I’m not talking. Each breath feels like someone else's debt, I’m the shell... and something else is in the net. I’m the string, not the hand, the echo that can’t withstand. There's a voice inside that wears my face, and laughs when I beg... and cries in my place. I saw my reflection write a confession: "Forgive me — I’m just the possession." But the handwriting matched my youth, who’s the monster when you don’t know the truth? Every night I wake in dirt, nails cracked, mind inert. Chanting in tongues I’ve never known, doors in my head… never alone. I’m the puppet of a god with no name, a hollow saint in a twisted game. The more I resist, the tighter it clings, I’m the prayer in the mouth of a thing with wings. So if you see me smile, don’t smile back, don’t believe the voice, don’t fall for the act. If I hug you... hope that’s all it is. If I whisper... “Run.” Then please… run. a ah a [end]