It calls, it whispers.
The tone is soft and silk, my body stops as I listen.
Peace.
The Voice speaks to me, as it tells me
the secrets of life.

My body is warm and safe, as the voice
echos through the wind.
"My dear Child..."
it speaks.

I must follow it, as I enter into a world
of magnificent wonders.
The voice speaks leading me.
"My dear child, follow I..."
it swirls around me.

The voice calling ,
whispering and there.
"Follow, follow into the world of wonder..."
as I enter without
hesitation.

I enter and the voice continues,
through my soul and I.

The Voice.

The two black eyes stared back at me,
my heart was pounding faster in my
chest afraid it may strike.

Blood covering its face down to its
feet.
Fear rushed through my every limb in
my body, the things mouth widen into a
large smirk not taking its
eyes off of me.

Tears escaped my eyes, as I clenched the knife in
hand.
I watched as the thing moved its blooded hand to a shield force
between us, as I noticed my hand blood covered on it
as well copied.

My blood rushing and as I meet with the monsters
eyes, I noticed a resembles.
The long dark hair and pitch black eyes, and the hand that was touching
the shield force...was I.

I am the monster.

In shadows, it roams in grace.
Its eyes scan as the mortals lived on,
at night time as you go to sleep.
In the shadows it lurks as you sleep,
watching you turn and breath.

It comes closer as it leans in,
not knowing from the shadows,
you sleep deeply and soundly.

In the shadows they watch you,
watch you as you move a slight inch.
Even during the day, they watch you.
The feeling of eyes, millions of eyes
on you.

They await in the shadows,
they wait to take you and
you'll be gone in a second.

In the Shadows they wait.

I need the truth, for once
in my life!
All I hear is a swirl of lies.

Whatever comes out of everyone's
mouth, are words made of plastic.
No one tells me the truth,
for I wish they would.

What is the point of lying to I?
Telling a lie, is like putting your
life on the line.

So why you must?
When I am dying to know the truth.
Just saying, and don't make it up.

The truth is right, and always
the best.
A lie is a horrible
turn.

So tell the truth, as we wish
to know.
Instead of a lie,
that isn't whole.

~~~


is the heart
that refuses to love
unbreakable?

or is it

*broken already?