Scott C. Eneje Blog [The Scott C. Eneje's Chronicles]

I look around hoping to hear those voices again. I know they come from within but pretending it's someone else had always felt more sane And now, for no reason, my usually noisy head, decides to keep shut I know it's not calm and I can't get what's it's playing at with my heart I dig a hole in my mind and take a telescope with me, if I can't see the stars I might as well get a better view of the dirt. Nothing still, nothing else, nothing less or more than the wicked silence within I see the writings on the wall, they seem strange to me but I know I wrote them all. I'm chained down by this demented quietness in me, but my mind wonders about untamed. I think I'm looking for something in my head, I think I know what it is, I'm just not sure I can think right now. Story of my life, is the story for the gods, after eons with nothing to do, why not play a game with the mortals soul. They play strange music in my head, or my heart or my soul or m...

I know what it is I'm waiting for, my silence and disappearance is all part of the show for a grand unveiling. But lying in wait here in the shadows have meddled with my mind, I do not remember my own plans but I haven't forgotten anything. I know the grand plan and the finishing, but all my pieces are gone from me, my cold sad mind creeps into the shade, my soul in itself begins to fade, my body dried up and drained, my watery heart tear up in sadness and drowns my organs I've been called many things of late, failure, fool, fraud, fake, freak, false, fowl, faun, fucked up, faded and finished, I never knew there were so many f' words used to demoralise a person I've ran from the law and from the wicked, I've been abused by friends and chastened by foes, frowned at by teachers and forsaking by mentors I never thought all these were part of the process, I never thought that my path would one day drag me down this abyss, I never knew that I'd hate and fear...