All is darkness

All is darkness,

madness and

desillusion.

I can see nothing,

I can hear nothing

but my own whispers.

The dense veil of

madness is covering me,

the crows are flying,

waiting for my disgrace.

The ghosts are mocking me,

saying that I can't escape,

I can't hear them,

but I know they're here,

cheering for my death.

They will wait, patiently,

full of evil wishes,

malignant, victorious.

Because they know

they'll win.