Shadows

Hearing voices calling from the shadows of the night.

Knowing no conflict cause theres no one left to fight.

hearing not calm but uneasiness in there tone my hands begin to tremble

My heart is left in the cold as if it were some sacrificial symbol

the voices say, if one said they loved you what would you reply in turn?

before I could think an answer my eyes begin to burn.

No longer able to see I stumble in the dark.

no longer paying the voices any mind, I feel a stabbing at my heart.

it feels as though a blade cuts though it with a morbid twist.

I feel the warmth of blood as it poors from my newly wounded wrists.

I lift from my knees to my feet holding my head up high.

With this they seem very pleased. a wicked laugh and a sign of mercy as they allow me to quickly die.

This is when I met a demon and would not turn from the light.

He knew I would not ask for mercy and so in turn he took my life....