In the darkness of night comes a quiet voice,
The voice of the One Unseen.
This voice is never heard; Only felt by
those
Who walk this life under its power.
It brings pain and anger, sorrow and despair,
Seeking to destroy the mind.
It waits in the shadows for night to fall,
Waiting to release its deadly venom.
The One Unseen has no boundaries,
It attacks all who cross it.
From black to white, from rich to poor,
No one is safe from its voice.
I am overcome with the thought of death,
Obsessed with my own demise.
It strikes at me with razor claws,
And the blood flows from my open wounds.
Gazing in wonderment at the crimson river,
I am appalled at what I've done.
I can do nothing more but watch and wait,
As my strength slowly fades.
The One Unseen has done its work.
Blood, it has spilled again.
From the shadows it comes and looms above,
Ready to feast on my death.
I despise this creature that speaks to me,
Hating it more than life itself.
As I close my eyes for the final time,
Its presence envelops me...and I die.
