Stare of ice.

Quickly shaking, fearing, screaming.
He slips in and out of sanity.
Into madness, quickly steering.
Life to him, has but one meaning.


Living in fear, so others don’t feel it.
Taking it away from anyone’s life.
He helps everyone, no one sees it.
The shadows watch him with stares of ice.

Into his head, command the voices.
“Finish it now, let yourself go”
They can only speak to him, not make his choices.
Everytime, he answers no.

He pulls through, the voices are dead.
Risked his life, no longer in fright.
Happiness now floods his head.
It starts again as he sleeps at night.

Poem by Hell's Design

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