operation mindcrime pt 2

as i sit on my floor...
in the corner....
with my blade in my hand....
looking at the deathly glow of a clock
300
i can feel a strange presence in my room
but its not warm this time
its cold,
powerful,
unwanted....

could it be?
the ghosts that have been torturing me
all these year?
they are finally back....
hopefully to finish the job that they started so long ago

but tonight is different....
they take control of my body...
making me do things that i never intended to do...

they take my blade...
thrust it into my skin
over
and over
and more
it seems like forever before they leave me again
laughing at me with the same laugh that i remember....
that same evil laughter....