Broken footsteps

My beating heart, the whispers, the isolation... When will this get to my head, there are a lot of broken things in the world and non of which we call good, saying something is broken that's a bad thing right? That's why I call it the broken footsteps, the inconsistency of it the broken rythm, that mysterious shadow that was always with me hidden in the dark, when will I fight the darkness? As the saying goes, your not afraid of the darkness but what is in it! Will I face my fear, only time can tell, only the voice can tell...