A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

The Prison Bell

               In these empty chambers I hear the dark bell toll. It calls for me to come, to kneel and shed my tears. To make sure these wounds won’t ever heal. My tears are the only offering I can give….the blood of my soul.

             Dread is my companion, vigilant and true. Pain has grown now too, into a thing separate from me. It is a living thing, conscious of all that it sees and hears and of all that I do or leave undone. Together they find every void inside my being and fill it until I can remember nothing else… no one else.

            What a perfect little trio me with my dread and pain… they pace with me silently in the emptiness drowning out all other sound when they do choose to speak. I cannot hear birds sing nor children laugh. I hear only their constant whispering as they assure me of my doom