diary of a madman #2

As the walls bleed the whispers of truth to my deaf ears
I feel the cold chill rise up my numb spine
my thoughts begin to run in circles as my eyes see the deadly darkness covering the ceiling Working
Creaking it's way down the chipped stained walls
Anger posing as hurt rising inside me
A deceitful grin poses upon my pale lit face
The glow of my eyes fading as my grin runs to one side of my face
I feel the cold sharp brittle blade of the knife of loss running across my motionless skin
The demons comeing out to play
Walking around my bed of vingince
He peers at me
I see him
He speaks in rittles
He speaks of the chill of the night
Pushing me he does
With great multitude of weakening battles
My soul hides from myself from this demon of hate
His blade piercing my heart
My mind stabbing into my selfish desires of revenge
His whispers take my breath
Take my pain to a unbound level of treachery
My inhibitions ripped from me by his hands of deceit
I lay cold and bitter awaiting my taking
For all I was lay to waste as he breaks my once iron will
Feeding my vengeful nature he does
Blackness with inner fire comes over me
Lie with truthfulness he does
Makeing me believe the unbelievable
My mind escapes my own grasp
My body I do not feel
Becoming another
As he crawls into my sinful body I tremble
For I can not stop this madness
This undoing
He takes hold licking my distasteful soul
Madness has taken me...