Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I am terrified of myself

It's getting dark
Night is setting in
The same old house that was
Cheery in the morn
is now getting gloomy and dim

I can hear the soft
whispers of the breeze
I can hear my own breath
Footsteps resounding and echoing
in this house of death

Every soft movement
feels like my last
every shadow; a murderer
every creak; my end
every passing moment, doubling the pace of my heart

Terrified to move
Afraid of staying alone
I look around slowly
This is the place I call home

I close my eyes
and remind myself
that my worst enemy
is my mind

I open them
and look into the mirror
a shadowy and pale reflection
of one that was caring and kind

This is my imagination
I say out loud
in a voice, not quite my own
I say it again, and again
but to no avail, nothing eased my pain

The pain of knowing
that I was being punished
Punished for my sin
A horrible sin, at that,
The sin of murdering my own kin

They are back to reclaim me
NO THEY'RE NOT
To take me to hell
NO THAT IS A FALSITY

I brought this upon myself

You brought this upon yourself
You brought this upon yourself.....

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