The Voices,
The Whispers,
The constant murmuring,
In the dark,
Insanity at the fringes of my control,
They speak of the worst,
Of the darkness inside,
Of my consuming need,
They lure me,
In sweet hushed lullabies,
In seducing dulcet tones,
As I lose my control,
And.
Insanity.
Reigns.
Indefinitely.
With the whispers in the darkā¦.
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