From Deep Within

Knocking at the door. Scratching on the walls. Hear the voices calling, Deep within the halls. The voices getting stronger, with every breath I take. I feel within my soul, that this is truly hate. Something grows inside me, and it has no such remorse. At times like this I just wait, for it to take it's course. It's a darkness embedded, deep within my soul. It has no self conscious, I can not keep control. It's eyes are solid, like those that are dead. It has a glow about it, of a flaming red. It prowls on the innocent, And those that are weak. It will search far and wide, for the one it seeks. You can try to run. But you can't hide much longer. It lives on your hate, and it's growing stronger. So if ever a day comes, that we may meet. Know this now, " I can't be beat ". Because I to, may live deep within your soul. Down in your heart, in a blackened hole. One day I may emerge, I say this just in case. You may see my darkened eyes, with death upon my face.