FROM THE DEAD OF NIGHT IT CALLS

From my mind is my depth as well as my deepness but yet from the darkness of my mind eyes is where the skeletons roam of love lost and gone but yet through the chambers of my spiritual soul screams, can be heard from the hunted lost souls that have become tormented by the ravenousness of images of hurt and pain and misery flowing through the stairways of my heart leaving a trail of skin flesh and blood.                    
                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                       For as the terror strikes at the mere subconscious of my mind fright becomes a way of life as it intoxicates the very infusing of my soul of souls silencing my own voice to speak, lowering my frequency to even think clearly through the mere darkness that surrounds me transcending my most deepest thought of my thoughts into totally darkness BRINGING ME WORDS THAT CAME IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.                        
                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                  For it is here in the dead of night it calls my name through silent whispers that can only be heard by me till I even question the depth of my own sanity of my mind, as it hears the voices calling from out of the darkness teasing me with its overwhelming feelings of guilt and regrets hitting me like a slab of granite rock, just smashing what innocents I still hold within my heart of hearts of the love and peace and happiness that once walked through the very chambers and stairways of my life and world.