I always lived in the shadows, followed by the darkness. Neither sunlight nor moonlight reach my empty shell. How I wish they did!
A souless body. A mindless heart. A worthless existance. What value is given to one who can't even face its own fears?
My head feels heavy. My body feels dead. Silver hair colored red.
Driving to the monster's lair. I can't ignore my own mind. Keep going, I said to myself.
Entering hell, down the rabbit hole. It's my own mind. It inhabits this empty shell. I can have control over it.
Acting like nothing would happen. I have no reason to be afraid. Nothing bad would happen. Silver pipe colored rust.
Don't cry. It's alright. It's just my mind. Right?