The Whole World is Asleep

I’m awake wandering the bodies
No, wandering the streets
Empty streets, smiling manikins, frozen people
I have the world to myself
I am alone

I have one comrade
Always by my side
He will agree with what I think, most of the time
But sometimes I hear him getting angry inside of me
I try to calm him
Most of the time I can

Sometimes I can’t
He rages out, controlling my body
Punching walls, having no respect for the empty casket he inhabits
He is angry, but has no words to tell me why
If only I could learn where this fire comes from

But for now, I must just suppress him
Whenever I feel him trying to control me
I must bolt the door which he is hidden behind

And continue on alone.