A hole in the ground

A light fog is dancing around my ankles. I am walking up a hill the road is muddy and slippery, the air is moist and very cold but I don't seem to feel it. My body does but my mind is drifting away, somewhere ahead, and it refuses to bother.
  Before I know it I'm standing at the entrance of a cemetery, the low black pointy fence seems to go forever on both sides. The mist is caressing the gravestones as if to say "Mine, all their souls are mine."
  There are no roads in the cemetery, only muddy soil. I start to walk and maybe I'm stepping on graves but I have no way of knowing. And I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. There is only pain, maddening pain. I can't cry anymore, i can't struggle anymore. All I cared for was tared away from me. In the end I had lost even my sanity. That is why I don't remember getting here.
  Falling deeper into my dark thoughts I reach the center of the cemetery. There is a big, round crypt and it's as if the open doors are begging me to go in. I do.
  There is a hole in the ground and a rope is hanging from the sealing down it's center. Around the edge there are symbols carved int the stone. I look down into the dark and it doesn't seem to have an end. But I can swear I can feel fires burning somewhere below.
  Then I heard the voices:
"COME DOWN TO US! WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE, WE WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR SORROW. LITTLE SISTER, COME HOME." the demons were singing.
  I wanted to, I needed to. Escaping from this world and it's troubles was all I wanted. But before I could even grab the rope another voice blew in with the wind.
  "YOU"RE NOT DONE HERE YET.GO BACK!"
  And I did. I walked back and left behind the hole in the ground. And never again have I thought of giving up on life.
There is just one thing I'd like to know - whose voice was it that pulled me off the ledge?

The Beast

"How delightful that you came"
said the Beast.
And the king shivered out of fear
and tried to turn his eyes away from here.
He tried remembering a time
when the bells would happily chime
and streets were full of joy.
But he could see only death and pain
how they all struggled in vain
and he was now but a toy.
To the Beast.

"Look at me" the foul creature hissed
And the king did.
From the shadows of the throne
down the stair of white stone
came the most unexpected sight
full of beauty and delight.

A man, of elven kind perhaps he was,
radiant as the evening stars.
He walked as he didn't touch the ground
without making a sound.

How could it be that he was the Beast?!?

The creature that slaughtered so many
and drank all the blood.
Oh it was uncanny!
Yet here he stood.

The king looked in his eyes
the color of silvery ice
and there his saw
a little girl playing in the snow.

As he took his last breath
the Beast's eyes turned red
and the vision was gone.
And so was the king!
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It's dum, and dull and lame. I might edit it someday, try to make it better.

Alone

I am a shadow on the wall
I see the pain
I see it all
A darkness lives inside
And in that I hide.

I need not sympathy, no help
I'm better of all by my self
Because no one can understand
this monster that I am.

So leave me here all on my own
just a shadow on the wall
ALONE!

Insomniac

  I don't sleep. I can't. I lay in bed staring at the surrounding darkness, my thoughts rushing by in a mesmerizing whirl of nonsense. I turn once, twice, so many times and still nothing. I close my eyes but they just snap open again. When I can't take the noise in my head anymore I get up and go to the kitchen for a smoke. Most nights I can handle it - the millions of sounds, pictures, feelings that pop in my head, the way the world seems to shake and blur before my eyes. Even the twitches. Yes. I twitch sometimes. And sometimes it's really bad and I have no control over my body, like I'm possessed. And sometimes the thoughts in my head don't feel like they're mine.
  After the smoke I turn on the computer. I stare at the screen as it loads and wonder if this is a good idea. It's not. But I need to silence the noise in my head so I put on my headphones, turn on the volume and try to drown myself in the music. I read random stuff or stare at the ceiling.
  Somewhere around 3 am I put myself back in bed and close my eyes. This time they don't open by themselves but instead I see things. I see bugs and dead bodies. Dead bodies covered in insects. And they all move. I open my eyes but I still see them and I start blinking, trying to chase the visions away. At some point I pass out. Around 11am I slowly slip back into a sort of conscious state and  I start having dreams. Vivid, colorful, terrifying dreams.
  I finally get out of bed and start the day. Another day in the life of an insomniac.