If I sit very still and breath very softly I can still hear the sound of your insanity The way it went right into my nervous system like a thousand volts of death… In the insidious blackness that comes If I sit very quietly I can hear your screaming Your act upon my stage that was as real to my mind as the blood coursing through my veins Every graphic detail entering my senses… Tearing apart my soul If I sit very quietly in the darkness of the 3 am hour Before the sun rises Before life renews I can hear your screaming Threatening me that you will stab the scissors through your neck… Impale the blade straight through my heart Splattering your blood in my mind With utter terror and surreal horror That would make anyone teater on the edge of their own precarious sanity… If I sit very quietly in the darkness of night the fear attacks my mind I hear your voice inside The way it sounded on the phone.. Desperate and angry Intentionally drawing me to the edge of madness.. Your life seemingly hanging in the ragged net that you handed me to hold … Demanding that I do not fail… What is more frightening? Dare I ask the question that plagues me? Do I dare? Ask the question? The question that taunts me and laughs at me… Tempts me to dance with its shadow Like a psychopathic lover grabbing my wrists too hard… What is the more terrifying reality? That you were disturbed enough to place the blade of rusting scissors against your neck? Or that there were never any scissors there?
Searching for meaning, beauty and inspiration, amid the darkness and pain of this existence.
Hoping to guide others to find what is true for them, and to draw out the inner light in others.
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