A Voice from the inside; so familiar, and so overwhelmingly warm.

I am the one. I listen to your every whisper. I watch every move you make, from deep within the bowels of your mind. I fill your mind up with a black abyss of nothingness. I stake out in the deserts of your mind, hiding in between the caravans that run your thoughts. I drain every teardrop that you cry of its soul, and massacre the existence of every chapel of life where the bells of your past toll to their glory. I promise you nothing but the creation of your own dark tower of fate, where the demons of your existence reside and slowly but deliberately dissolve your thoughts in a black acid of turbulence. I yearn to drown every desire you ever possessed, and yet I let the darkness survive in its alley of zig-zag transitions. I beckon from down below, as above as your train of focused deliberations runs towards its evident doom at a breakneck pace. I intend to show you the essence of what it feels like, to bleed from the dusted pages of your book of life, to bleed from the roses that lie on your grave, to bleed from your heart that you thought had locked up your every last thought about hands you held high, in the black void that is the fabric of your every moment. I am the child of your imagination, and I am but a hole of eternity that you cannot see with your eyes, but can feel in every breath you take. I am the one that shines darkness onto the light that radiates inside you, the one that feasts like a Sultan on your poisoned cradle of thoughts. I am the one that rains inside your head, the one that drives away the angels of light with my hazy clouds of misery. I am black, I am white, I am a road that leads nowhere, and I am a ghost that takes you down the spiral again. I embrace your feelings with my cold body, and I pull the trigger to put a bullet in the back of your head everytime you lie back and dare to Think. I burn every shred of Hope for the future that lies within your wells of your actuality. I drown you in my hollow depths.



Ah, Well, I am your Past.

Beneath the water
that's falling from my eyes
lays a soul I've left behind.
The edge of sorrow was reached but now I'm fine
I've filled the hole I had inside.
I've erased the past again .