They come to me in the silence with sharpened claws and teeth.
Searching with blades unsheathed ready to feast on the weakened souls of the righteous that know no peace.
Creating fear and turmoil with each step taken always faking and pretending to be a guide to the awakened.
Feigning concern while they burn rage into my mind. Reminding me of all the different kinds of death that can be inflicted by my hand.
Alas, targets are chosen, the rationale woven into the complicated and torn fabric of my mind.
What will I find when I resist? I say not if, but when. When time means nothing and i'm alone in my mind what will I see to strengthen me?
No matter what encouragement or good memories of this and that. No matter what smiles of which I'm reminded. No matter what love I've felt.
They're there in the corner of my mind, eyes glowing in the dark, teeth and blade shine from the far off flames that fuels my anger. They wait for a mistake to make me one of them. They wait for when my guard is down to overtake and win.
But this is my dominion, I control the ins and outs of the field on which we fight. From where I dig deep and find the light thats been buried for a time. The place that gives me hope, gives my will the might to shine. Where I'm me and they are mere weaker entities in my mind.
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