The sound of words are echoing in my head.
The feeling of insanity is at my very tip.
I am bound by the chilling sensation.
I am barely clinging to my greatest humanity.
The voice resides in my head always calling.
It exists but no one can hear it anymore.
The choice I will make will turn me insane.
It persists and I can’t bear to keep it inside.
A fountain of blood is all over my mind.
I must soon rest in an empty shell of doom.
A mountain of corpses will be seen by my eyes.
I trust myself for becoming a silent assassin of death.
I can hear the screams and it shivers down my skin.
My guilt is spreading like a viral disease and there is no cure.
No one will dare look at me with those demonic eyes.
I tilt my head looking at the voiceless words over bed of silence.