"Your wife and son are calling you to them,"
the demons hissed hypnotically to him.
"Perhaps It's the time to go..."
He looked into the darkness. It was best to obey. He had no strength or will left to defy the demons. It was so much easier to give in. He got up and walked to the wall of the cell put his hand against its stony surface and brought his forehead to rest on it. And then he began banging it with force as if his skull were a hammer and the wall a mass of hard rock. By the time the sentries came his forehead was a vicious mass. The demons had the last laugh but he had stopped hearing their voices at long last.
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Echoing Abyss
PoetryExploration of the human experience, where the unseen depths of the soul are illuminated through the power of language.
