there is this little, silent voice creeping up your mind.
it’s starting to wander through your whole body
until it’s in your lungs, your head, your heart.
silently it's whispering
so lovely, so sweet.
it seems to know all there is to know about you. seems to be your only friend.
it creeps under your skin and lights a fire
that slowly burns inside
until your heart is nothing more than a black muscle pumping burning blood through your lifeless veins.
it pushes you forward
towards emptiness, a dark and lonely end.
it's your own personal path to hell.
but when you've passed the gates it does not follow you.
it marches on, everyone hears
it marches on, no one is safe.