Echoes Of Pain

Within my mind dwells the echoes past mistakes.
Each echo is the bearer of pain.
I'm lost.

As my heart pounds my blood screams.
As the stir of echoes in my mind push
me to commit homicide upon my soul.
I'm in danger.

I can't hold back the pain nor the anger.
I can't fight back the anxiety that has consumed my life.
I'm afraid.

The echoes have begun to draw closer, louder.
They have tapped into my most feared painful memories.
I scream.

It's to late. The echoes have reached my soul.
It's more than my soul can bear.
I die.