My silent stalker is always lurking preying on me when I'm least expecting. Invisible hands around my throat slowly squeezing the life from me. The world is spinning, the room is shrinking, lights grow brighter, and voices sharpen. Creeping alongside me my ghostly predator the nemesis I can't see, Yet I can feel everything. My … Continue reading Killing Me.
Guilt This ache inside, this dull, relentless ache. It seeps through me, slowly at first like the gentle ebb of an outward creeping tide. The water quietly washes around me whispering calm melodies soothing as the pale luminescence of the quarter moon bathes me in its eerie autumn glow. The waters of guilt start building, … Continue reading Guilt.