Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Facing my demons - 1

I sit in a tomb
dark, except for a flickering red glow.
Eerie screams of tortured souls
slither up from the catacombs.
The despair of the lost
potentiates my own.
But they're not really there.
All in my head.
My friends outside
push and heave at the tombstone.
They want to save me.
But they can't.
Because they're not really there.
All in my head.
Shall I go down?

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