Blank walls
His eyes are like burning coals that never go out. He sits and stares with a smirk on his face. Within my heart his laughter flows; flows threw every vain and drip of blood running in my body. He knows he has won once again. And right then and there i begin to slip. I eat, breath, walk, and talk with this painfull evil. And when i sleep he fallows me in my dreams, prancing on my sweet thoughts shattering every inch of sanity. On my wall I see his demons setting in, ready to do what they do best. All the snickering, starring, and strange little voices would soon drive me insane. It soon sends me into a tiny black hole with tunnels of streaming light flowing with such a deep red glow. And when he is finished with his work, when he has completly taken my body and soul, that is when he drops you leaving nothing to grab and pull your self up with. You have nothing left , so he gose and finds another unprotected soul that he can torture for days, weeks, months, even years. Now i lay on a white bed with walls surrounding me with no patterns, no color, no life to them. Just blank completly blank. So I leave you with this, if you ever fall or slip and your hanging on by your finger tips dont let go. Hang on because a life with pain and sarrow is better than a life with blank walls and no feeling at all. dont give in to the easy things.
