Creeping up on me; Quickly, Smoothly, Pushing and pulling, the Part thats of the whole thing;
A piece Of shatter glass from the tainted window inside me. Full and Darkened mass that reigns low Overtop of my Head. Clouding and seizing my Mind my thoughts dark and black. Haunting nitemares shake me on my bed voices saying theres something lost that i need to find, anxious anxiety flowing from my crevices and cracks. A Feeling of being watched always Scared tears falling from the eyes Claiming to witness black-sighted, jagged mouthed demons. Thoughts disbelieving such a outrageous claim. The Voices feeding more lies, Feeling cornered and overshadowed with no where to run. Hearing something's foot steps Walking invisibly behind my steady pace. The glances backward proves the empty sidewalk. Screeching Screams coming from the depths Objects bluntly moved out of place Hearing demonicly deep groveling voices Talk. Seeing things that Do not exsist. Lost in a world of Late reality Part of this life secretly This hazey evil, black Mist That looms over me: I believe you'd call it Insanity.
forcing myself 2b social · Fri Feb 27, 2009 @ 05:19am · 1 Comments |