I hear voices in my head, are they those of men now dead? Could they be spirits wanting to influence? Some tempt me toward great deviance. I deny them action, yet still I feel their passion. When will they stop, what a distraction.
I see visions in my head, and all around for sake of matters said. May they be ghosts of men who now are dead? Some of them I talk to, not aloud, but in my head. Some of them speak back to me, but some are merely images, forgotten long, and dead. I blink and yet there still remains, the spirits form in dark domains. Later in the day the memory remains, of night and the hunting pains.
... Going throught old posts unpublished...
...think I'll publish this now...
