The Whispers in the Dark

They come to me when the night is at its darkest.
They tell me things that I do not want to hear.
But I listen because, they speak the truth.
The whispers tell me of the world and how lost it has become.

Nothing more than that and then they are gone.

They leave me with the horrible images of dead bodies and ruined cities.
I sit in horror and wonder why they do this to me.
What thing have I done to cause such torture?
My mind races with the new information causing it to grow and spread.

But why do I hear the whispers?

I try to play my music as loudly as I can to block their entrance.
But they speak to me through the beat and melody of the song.
I try to watch happy shows to erase the horrible thoughts.
But they show themselves in the shadows of the characters.

What can I do to make them stop?

I try to listen
But they only grow louder and reveal more details.
I beg them to let me help
But they just ignore me.

Should I fight the voices or the cause of them?

If I attack the source of the voices can I become free from them?
Or would I be overcome by the massive overdose of the Whispers?
How can I fight them when I don't know where they come from?
How do I find the voices when they come from within?

I must go deep into myself to find the voices.

And when I find the voices I will demand to have my sanity returned.
They have played with my mind for far too long.
I long to be normal, if there is a normal to become.
I will go to the depths of my soul and find these voices.

May they be ready to battle me.

I refuse to back down.
I know the price of failure.
They must use all they have it they want to win.
I refuse to back down.

But what if the Whispers have a purpose?

Should I fight them?
Or should I fight off the evil they speak of?
What if they are they evil they so eagerly discuss?
How will I know?

The only way to know is to go forth and discover their own truths.

I go deep into myself where I was patiently expected.
They beckon for me to come closer.
I pause and they ask again.
The Whispers say that they will explain it all.

I move toward the center of my being.

It's dark, and I can't see where I am going.
But somehow I already know where I am.
I start to hear sorrowful music.
As if they are mourning a great loss.

What could make evil feel so sad?

They tell me that the evil they spoke of where warnings of things to come.
But instead of trying to fight that off I chose to take the fight within.
Because of my self-violence the world is now lost.
And now, the whispers have no reason to stay.

The Whispers are gone, as is the rest of the world.
I have my victory, but was it worth the price?

Keep Your Hands to Yourself by The Georigia Satelites

I just love this song and I thought I would share it. It's also something I'd have as a callback tone for my boyfriend.

I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling
want to call you on the telephone baby I give you a ring
but each time we talk I get the same old thing
always no huggin no kissin until I get a wedding ring
my honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf
she said don't give no lines and keep your hands to yourself

Cruel baby baby baby why you want to treat me this way
you know I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way
that's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow
and she said no huggin no kissin until I get a wedding vow
my honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf
she said don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself

you see I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in
that's when she started talkin' true love started talkin' about sin
I said honey I'll live with you for the rest of my life
she said no huggin no kissin until you make me your wife
my honey my baby don't put my love on no shelf
she don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself.

Grief of a Daughter

Does she see me the way I see her?
Does she feel me when I touch her?
Does she sense it when there's something wrong?
Does she even know the way I feel about her?

I'm so scared that when we part that she'll forget me and live on her life without me.

No calls.
No letters.
No visits.
No form of any contact.

I love her.
Ever since the day I was born I have loved her.
And I know she loves me.
Why won't she say it?

I call her "sweet" and "cute."
I say to her that I love her.
I do all that she asks of me and more.
Why won't she do the same for me?

Is it because she can't?
Is it because she doesn't know?
Is it because she doesn't care?
Is it because she won't?

I know she loves me and that's what hurts the most.
If she loves me so much why do I have to be the one and only one to say to her that I love her. She won't say it first, but she will say it back. And I know that she'll think of me whenever she gets the chance to when we go back home, but is it such a hassle to pick up the phone and give me a call? I know that she is still my mother but she stopped being my mother for a long time now. Now, she thinks that she can be my friend, just my friend and nothing more. I still need a mother no matter how old I become. Even when she has passed away, I will still need a mother.

This is the grief of a daughter that loves her mother more than her mother loves her.

Fighting a Losing Battle on an Alien Planet

A dream I had...

First of all I'm all decked out in some white futuristic military outfit and I'm hiding behind some stacked stone arches of a hollowed out building and there are huge, I mean HUGE, machines coming for me shooting their weapons and everything. And I know that I'm done for, everyone else in my platoon (for lack of a better military term) are dead or dying and I'm about to join them soon.

I look over to my left and see the side of a hill that looks a little "off." I fire of some last rounds and run to the hill side. I notice that it's hollow so I start to kick at it to knock a hole in there so I can hide from the huge war machines. Suddenly I hear a voice over some sort of a radio that says that's a dangerous place and that I shouldn't go in there. I tell the voice that I'm no better off staying where I am and I feel I have a better chance with the devil I don't know. So I give one last kick and I get a crack in it enough for me to pry open the shell enough for me to crawl through.

As I entered the hollow hill it's completely dark but from the little light I have I can tell that there's only about half a foot of a ledge before a huge drop down into some mammoth bottomless pit. But I have to get away so I crawl in and put back the piece of hill I took out to hide my tracks. But it doesn't work. As soon as I shimmy away from my little door it's discovered by two ground troops and they open it and look through. They can't see me or what's about to get them. They shout to see who's in there and at the sound of their voices the ground shakes and huge tentacles shoot out and grab them and drag them down into the darkness. I breath a sigh of relief but I suddenly slip off the ledge and slide down to meet whatever or whoever lives at the base of this hollow hill.