Fear

I look over my shoulder
back into the darkness behind me
i am scared to go ahead
i am scared to go back

the reality of satanic beings closing in
the fakeness of angels waiting to take me into their arms
feeling helpless as if there is no higher being
is this my true path, my screwed up destiny?

what is this mirage that portrays my life
the past being dark
the future possibly darker
like a never ending night

i reach into the recesses of my mind
quickly sad so i pull back
but i am held strongly by the demons
the demons that haunt me every day

a cold blade does feel good
the voices tell me tonight
no i say i have stopped that
but they say it can help everything

fighting one on one
all alone in the dark
in the deepest corners of my mind
vulnerability taking me into its grasp

imagined whispers in my head
fighting battles and words left unsaid
fiddling with possibilities
however the list int endless

tell Satan to go away
but he ignores my ignorance and prevails over will
no i won't i tell the voices this time
then i hear another

another voice speaks to me
i feel myself getting stronger with each passing moment
i lash out at the demons
but the stream of evil seems never ending

the preliminary feelings creep into my soul
but i must fight
i must fight for the other voice
the one that gets stronger each day

Satan screams and throws back his head
threatening to overthrow the voice
but the voice wins
a special voice, someone held dear to me

the voice belongs to.....
Pebbles

~iNvIsIbLe~

-i love you pebbles, the past is will not be forgotten, but the future will not be overlooked-