I dread being alone with the demon in my head who haunts my days, rising in lamentations. The demon’s voice is louder, stronger, taking control of a fading language dissipating into nothingness. Speak up! Who are you?
Neither strength nor weakness but a mere Eerie invulnerability; patience turned into indifference. A corpse is no good for killing. A fist in the face of a bruised soul loses the power to intimidate. The heart feels no sadness when it enters the tunnel, not knowing where it is nor where it is going. And the tunnel became darker, echoing with voices, different voices, unknown voices, malignant voices. And the tunnel never ended. And the voices never faded. Stop right here and wait for it all to end. Where’s the light at the end of the tunnel? This tunnel is never ending. I wished I were dreaming. Nothing was real and I was not imagining things. I died the moment I stopped caring. I died the moment I stood still, out of hesitation and weariness. Indifference creeped in and I was going through life sleepwalking.