Shuddering lightly
a phantom voice awakens my darkest night.
Swimming in tragedy
it echoes though time
filling me with fright.
It beckons me
and my heart pounds with fear.

A scintillating verse seduces me,
drinking my angst.
I stagger in the darkness
wandering in doom.

The stale scent of panicked sweat
reminds me I am flesh.
I whimper in delight
so close to death
I can almost feel it glance my shoulder.

This is my path,
I choose it freely.

A melancholy laugh warms up to me,
we trade fleeting glances,
It echoes faintly in the distance
as I linger,
waiting...

for the stillness to settle in.
Any hope sickens me,
promises pelting me,
desires denying me,
I radiate darkness.

Any moment now,
time keeps my awakening at bay,
it temps me with simple pleasures.
As sorrow seeps through me
a phantom voice sings a haunting lullaby.
In the grip of fear
I beg for a merciful void
to swallow me whole.

My lullaby becomes a dense mist,
surrounding me,
inviting me,
capturing me.
I breathe it in deeply
and bask in its empty promises,
we descend to our fate.
I lie in the stillness of night
leaving the flesh,
leaving the pain,
leaving a world behind.

My phantom voice whispers softly to me
but I already know the words.
I become their meaning,
I am the stillness in a dark mist,
I am the cunning of the night.

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