Abyss

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Rain drizzles down from the cloudy evening sky, the wind wails as trees get caught in the rage. Silence echoes down the hallways of the dark house, faint music enchants. 

Monsters inhabit the dark crevices of my inner turmoil, the pendulum swings, changing my mood with every ticking second.

Who is writing this today? Should I have a different name for every different me? 

For when the monsters arise, who do I turn to?  My self destruction is inevitable, with every footstep, I tiptoe into the abyss. 

Toni-Yvonne