Silence, deafening unholy silence. Black as your soul and my eyes.
In this horror is truth only found. To look in oneself and see what demons lie.
This is Silence.
No sound, no life, all is void; all but a mirror in the dark.
When gazed into, it reflects everyone whom upon you left a mark.
This is Void.
To feel nothing and tell all; to feel everything and tell none.
To smile at none, to cry with none, to slice a wrist and be done.
This is numb.
To hate without a care. To say you love life, but show love to only yourself.
To say you love me, then to stone me. To smile and wish me a painful death.
This is You.
To see and meet your demons. To look into the mirror. To have both take your mind.
To be tossed into a pit so eyeless, furless, wolves may feast upon you and never die.
This is Pain, this is Suffering, this is in me.
To smile at all. To offer love to every single last person;
to try and be fair, and in pain to try and have some fun
in the face of all the above, this is Hope and Courage...these to are in me.
To slaughter the demons and kill yourself in cold murder.
To see yourself in the mirror, and to cause it to shatter.
This is Insanity...this is Me.