• Whispers,….
    Silent temptations, fill the void that is my
    Mind. Dark impulses twist my
    Emotions.
    Dreams and visions of murder and suicide are
    Constant reminders of my state.
    All hallows eve knocks on the door step, wouldn’t it
    Be funny for trick or treaters to open the door expecting
    Candy and fun but instead seeing a hanging corpse staring
    With blood shot eyes,
    Accusing eyes,
    Dead
    Eyes.