A/N: This, once again, is random, and came to me during writers block. Songfic.
Disclaimer: Don't own the song or the book.
Imperio
Crawling: Linkin Park
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
The soft voice was back. Telling me what to do. Taking over. I was happy. I did as it asked. People died from my wand. But that was ok, because I was happy.
There's something inside me that
Pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/Confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem
Maybe I should stop… no the voice meant nice, and nice was happy. So I torture. I am a little upset, but that's ok.
To find myself again
The walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence and I'm
Convinced that's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
The voice had started to yell a little. Why? I do most of what it tells me. I kill some people. I don't kill all of them, but still. It yells again, but that's ok, because even when it yells, my mind feels nice.
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
The voice has started to come in my dreams. At least, I think it's my dreams. I kill and torture in my dreams to now.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting/Reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem
I think I want to stop- but I really can't control myself when that wonderful feeling comes over me. I don't know what to do. It is taking over every aspect of my life. Against my will.
To find myself again
The walls are closing in
Without a sense of confidence and I'm
Convinced that's just too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
I can't call out for help; I can't even lift a finger by myself. Total control. I try to stop, but my body isn't listening. I need someone's help, but no-one can hear me cry.
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
I try to fight. Really I do. I wan't help- need help. But who would listen to me scream? Who can hear a mans silent pleas, when he acts like nothing is wrong? I hate this. I wan't to take my own life, if only I could control my body. I am helpless. But no-one can hear me scream.