Restless

The night has become longer than expected. Chills start going down my spine.
Voices tell me to go for it. The thing is I don't know what they're talking about.
It's like something I'm supposed to do but what is it? Is this a demon? Or is this
an angel? But what am I to do? I this a relentless feeling I must coexist with?
What am I to do but sit in silence. Listening to the whispers of some creature from
within that searches for me to do something I must know, but the fact is that I don't.
Am I going crazy without knowing it? Or am I just desperate because me silence has
turn to laughter. Echoes return from silence to hurt me. Like bats in the light, the only
things I see are dark shadows. Small and peculiar, but purple? the horizon has turn
green. This is not my home anymore? This is demencia. Carpe Diem? For what living life
to the fulllest is like sinning to hide guilt of sinning. What has become of me? Do I not recognize
the scent of my ashes. Sulfer from the groung below me smells like caramel. But with an
unrecognizable taste. I am restless I am lost see you when you get here. I'll be in you're thoughts...