Can you hear them?
They follow me
I hear them
But I can’t see them. The ghosts, They haunt me Their cries fill my head, What started as a whisper; Soothing And soft, Now grows to a terrible shriek. They’re screaming.
Screaming at the past,
Screaming at me.
Carry their pain
Straight through me,
Every time. It gets louder And louder And louder They scream at me, And I scream back Locked in a never ending battle With each other.
Their cries deafen me And I can’t hear anything But the ghosts still haunt me. I can’t take it anymore, Their pain is infectious I have to end it.
I take the knife and Drive it Into their very souls, I twist it And pull it out. The blade trembles in my hand I stab them again And again And again But they won’t go away The voices Won’t stop Screaming At me.
I feel An agonising pain In my stomach I look down And see Blood. So much blood Pouring from my body. Crimson. Red. Blood. Flowing into the cherry river Beneath me.
The voices are fighting back I feel weakened But I Will. Not. Let . Them. Win!
I draw the knife And lunge at them, The blade cuts deep But the ghosts don’t die, I feel it again Another sharp pain In my stomach.
Blood So much blood…
I take one more shot And it hits me, Right in the chest And then… Silence.
The voices stop. It’s over. They’re gone. I’ve killed the ghosts! No… Not the ghosts… Me.
My hands Are covered in Blood, My blood, I’m dying.
The screaming, The ghosts, The voices, It was all me. I was battling Against myself And I won. I’m dying, I have defeated The enemy, My enemy, Me.
Blood, So much blood. Crimson. Red. Pouring from my body, sinking Into my cherry river.
I breathe in One more time, I take my time Enjoying my last breath, It’s peaceful Without the voices Screaming at me. I exhale My last breath leaves my body
And with it,
© Akuma Kirei