Too much wind to breathe

I live now in a dark place
Flowers don’t grow here
I haven’t left in ages
I’ve been facing all my fears
Technology infestation
Almost drowning in my tears
Constant rude intruders
Hearing things beyond my years

See my house is painted nicely
Windows to envy shine bright
But inside it’s packed with demons
Who live to come out n fight
Lately talking to these walls
Death seems like the only light
I try and try to escape daily
I run I think it’s spite

But let me describe how I’m living
My walls not made of wood
Thoughts of wiring issues
Rewiring maybe I should
I not in the same dimension
bastion built damn good
Demons haunt me in my brain
Like the leprechaun in the hood