Into My Cherry River

Can you hear them too?
The voices…
Can you hear them?
They follow me
Everywhere
I go
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.
Their voices
Carry their pain
Straight through me,
I shudder
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,
My life.
© Akuma Kirei

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