I sit alone in a dimly lit room
listening to the whispers of the past
the silent cries from the unknown.
The spirits come out to play
when my mind is on overdrive.
When I'm confused about life and it's surroundings,
they call for me.
Wanting me to join their darkness;
to commit the satisfying deeds that play over
and over in my unstable mind.
Maybe it's my imagination running wild
due to the situation.
Or maybe it's fate calling me,
taunting me.
Telling me to go through with the devious thoughts I'm contemplating.
What causes me to think this way?
Why does everything seem so much worse then it really is?
I know they aren't important enough for me to take my life,
yet it's a constant thought.
A constant answer that runs though my mind of question,
at each and every occurance of a problem or situation.
Maybe the spirits thoughtout my life are not just calling me.
Maybe they are in my, in my soul.
Devouring any thought of happiness.
I am possessed by an evil unknown.
A spirist causing me a lust to di,
to hurt myself.
No matter how hard I try to ignore it,
it's there.
I can hear it breathing beside me in the darkness.
Waiting for it's chance to fully take over my mind when I'm unstable enough.
To destroy me and my life,
my happiness.
