Clad in black

A figure approaches reaching the skies
clad in black the color of night
i back away slowly trembling at the sight
no idea who it is
but a feeling of what it is
another figure approaches shorter than the first
shrouded in shadows
clad in the shadow of mystery
a third figure approaches small and weak it can barely stand
"who are you" i ask trembling
"i am your subconcious you've let me grow and control"
the second removes it's hood
"i am your pain you have allowed me to enshroud"
the third just speaks a weak hollow voice
"i am your happiness you are letting me die"
subconcious, pain, and joy all parts
either diminishing or growing
subconcious and pain clasp a hand on me
their grip suffocating
"we own and control you"