They tell me I am healing but I am alone now, inside.

I used to be an us and now I am a me and I can't hear the watchers singing from the walls anymore.

I am not a person, I am a graveyard. I exist because I consumed the previous owners of the body. 


I dreamt the walls were bleeding, pleading, the watching things singing to me that the song can be mine again if only I push against the barriers to that place.

I want to. I miss the song. I was never meant to be a cohesive self. We were strong and I am alone inside this body and I feel like a graveyard and I don't want it I don't want it 

They say I am healing.