Inner Demons

Heavens wept. It was twilight and the sick light from the sun turned shadows on the wall. It's unhealthy to speak to them, the shadows. Sarah Maclachlan told you a while ago that:

Time here,
all but means nothing,
just shadows that move across the wall
They keep me company,
but they don't ask of me they don't say nothing at all.

Outside, the twigs trembled as the wind made love to them. Their groans of pain was felt by you even if the windows were shut. What would be their complaints if it was snow to penetrate their pores? What would you feel when you're away from the confines of you prison?

You remembered Naomi. Yeah, the supermodel...She guested on Oprah's last episodes and you wondered if she's a liar, a control freak or a victim of childhood fears? But she told the viewers that no one could be blamed with her outbursts... Could you throw a phone to your assistant too? Could you kick a police man, punch a TV crew if you are a SUPER-SOMEONE?

Then, anger management was mentioned. Is it really that scientific when we consider the shrinks' way of dealing our demons? Or is this simply a way of anesthetizing human faults and failures? You don't know. All you understand is the fear in you that you will become what your lineage promised - insanity.

You see, you are now being paranoid even with the sunset and the rain. There are figurative threats a raindrop could make inside your brain. Your heart would beat faster when a caterwaul is heard not realizing that the cold could send cats to their basic need to mate. You would tremble when you hear Edgar, your neighbor, who would yell at his daughter when the pail inside their makeshift restroom is unfilled with water from the nearby poso. You then wonder if the girl is being molested by him since the mother ran away three months ago...

Like Naomi, you must do something about the things churning inside you. If not, this would come like raging phones flying to the faces of your companions, or the "red" thing she saw during such experiences... What is the red thing anyway? Tint of blood surging? Anger materialized into color? Or the devil himself?

The devil.... The devil!

You need to go out and shout that the world is on the edge of being destroyed... That Armageddon is here! The placard you prepared is now ready for the persons on the streets to see. In big red letters, you wrote:

REPENT! REPENT! THE END IS NEAR!

(art: northbankfred.com)