Mindf u c k

I see them, in the dead of night; - in the light of day. It doesn't matter the time nor place, they come for me anyway. Always wanting something from me, I am used as a puppet with weak strings. I am not strong enough to fight them away, I am too frail to stand up to them. Why me, oh why I ask? What have I done to deserve such a frightening sight? The children, visit me with pale skin and black orbs. They cry and tug at my clothes, hands all over me, up to my neck. I can't breathe sometimes when too many are attacking me. I can't help them, there is nothing I can do. They are stuck in a dark place that I can not release them from. I am just a normal woman; at least I think I am.

Perhaps I am not, maybe I am evil just as a dark figure whispered in my bedroom that night. The night I first sighted a spirit of the underworld; I knew it was real. Now they won't leave me be, I can't escape no matter where I go or what I believe. I see death, destruction... I see greed. I see horrible things that they force me to see. I feel for their misery, but what can I do for them? How am I important in their journey?

I talk to myself while I paint what I have witnessed, priceless pieces that if people ever knew the meaning would be incredibly ecstatic to own them. That is what I can do for them, it's all I can do. To somehow help them cross over from this dark and cruel world.