Why must the darkest of voids continue to scream at me. A routine simple task, disrupted by the madness of thought and appearing faces.
Whether demon or angel, their company is not welcome in my head. For I have no time to be subjected to holy war. I lay abused, with eyes closed. Gawking faces smiling from within.
I wonder what dimension these rabble rousers call home.
Is this their purpose in life? Have they no loved ones to join in eternal passage? I pity the dead that follow, for I know I am just the same. Walking an aimless path, with no company in hand.