A World Without Myself

It's as quiet as it gets.
This is where it ends.
I'm terrified to speak.
My words are less then weak.

Running from my demons.
It's all I can bare.
The road before me
Is far from clear.

Lightning striking down
Like a bullet to my heart.
Burning this town
In shades of blood.

I see their faces
In a vibrant red.
Their curdling screams.
I feel more then dead.

I've satisfied my hunger
My demons,
They sing of sacrifice,
Of all that has been gained.

I've done their deeds.
I've payed my dept.
But still I haven't
Finished the bet.

I linger in the shadows
Of my own misfortunes.
They're pleading me to lead,
To finish what I've started.

Should I listen to these voices
When my soul cries out in pain?
Should I paint this city red
With the blood of the sane?

And just as I've made my decision
To turn this town to hell
The world turns black around me,
And I hear my judgment bell.

I wake to find
That I've ended where I started.
The bright florescent lights
The blinding whites.

Curled up,
I can not move.
Such a pitiful sight.
What a wonderful plight.

But still they scream
In the depths of my dreams.
And only silenced
With my dial trip.