I sit alone tonight
Under the moonlight
In my home
So alone
I sink into the depths of my very soul
In this place I hear their cries
All the sadness
All the voices asking why?
I hear them every single night
Whispering their tragedies
Telling me it’s time
They say I can join them
They say I should now
They swear it is all going to be fine
Sometimes I humor the words they speak
Sometimes I even consider my own tragedy
So I walk toward my door
I pull it open but behind it
There sits only a black hole
The hole is darker than night
If I stare long enough
I feel as though it is consuming me
My flesh seems fine
But my soul is light
The black hole beckons me
I feel as though I should take another step but…
…Then it happens…
I am struck with distant memories
They feel real
They feel mine
Yet,
Something isn’t right
Something is making them
Then I’m here again
In this chair
Alone
Hearing their whispers
I see myself there
Just above
Moonlight caressing my body
I stare at the lifeless corpse as it hangs
I hear them talking
How can I be in this chair
While also hanging from there?
Am I dead?
“Yes” says a voice
It speaks from within me
It isn’t me though
No…
…The voice is grim…
My soul feels heavy
My door opens once again
There stands something I can’t explain
Before me
“Come” the voice says
Compelled I move without a choice
The sound of an elevator dings
The doors open
I step within
The thing stands beside me
Staring as the doors close
I see something
From the rope
My eyes are wide
There is no hope
…Yet…
-I’m Smiling-
sinisterdarksoul 