The whispers have returned.
You still don't matter...
You really thought you were done with us?
End it and we'll leave you alone...
I turn to the shadows,
But they hiss in anger and gesture.
They point towards the opposite corner,
On the side of the room with working lights.
Three people stand there.
Their eyes are sewed shut,
Their mouths always open,
And they each hold a needle and thread.
We're still here.
You've lost more of those that cared.
We're getting closer.
More start to gather,
Until I'm faced with a horde of those I trusted.
The shadows screech and stand between us.
The only protection I have.
It's only a matter of time until you have nobody.
You know the rest will turn their backs soon.
They always do.
They're right.
So now I wait,
Sitting in a corner,
Surrounded by shadows.
I have a knife in my right hand.
Like a General waiting for his capture,
So that he can end everything.
Sed tantum de tempore...
*"It is only a matter of time."