Drums, Drums in the deep...

‘Drums,drums in the deep’

I can hear them,
Resounding throughout the walls,
Pebbles quake in their wake, 
BOOM,BOOM.
They are coming, 
No one can escape.

Again,resounding throughout the crevices,
Closer this time,more dangerous,louder.
I can hear them,like metal grinding against metal.

They are coming,
No one can escape.

I can hear them,banging against my door,
Padlocked,bolted,secure.
Yet splintering the wood,cracking my lock.
They are coming, 
But I cannot escape.

They are here. 
I can see them,hear them,touch them.
They are talking to me,but no one can hear them.

Who are they?
They are the voices inside my head,
Threatening to break free.

They are here,dangerous,feral,untameable.
I can not control them,
So now I say good bye 

But it won't be goodbye.
At least,not yet.
No. We have other things planned for her.
Dark things. 
Things that plague dreams,
Turning them into nightmares,
Inescapable.
Only In death,

We are here.
But you can't see us.
Dark minds,black souls,no shadow

We are coming for you 

By Rígan roche, 15