Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4976667-20150618135531

 Dis and Harmony

Slights of the mind had wrought upon my soul

Terror

Horror

Pain

Every shadow leads to shudders, every sound leads to dread

Every beating of my own heart turns my stomach

“Soon”

It’s her voice I’m truly afraid of

Always there, waiting and playing her music, over and over

The notes never change, and her stare, never falters

And when she does speak, it’s the same word over and over

“Soon”

She’s been playing for so long, I have forgotten who’s truly waiting

For it was I who sent her, and it was she who had stayed

“Please,” I beg, “let me sleep”

She stops, for a moment, maybe two

“Soon”

She would start playing again

“Soon”

Her voice would become as my own heart as they continue along their melody

“Soon”

It’s fruitless, I know it is. She’s never going to stop, not until my own end

“Soon”

I know what she means, I know what she wants

Blood

And she would have it

With every shrill scream it is quiet

With every still corpse, she is smiling

With every passing, another member of the choir joins

Her song has taken me over, as I have taken her

Their symphony of screams are a melody

Just as the song, she plays for me  