I imagine we are all capable of horrors. 

Still, who we are is built upon the choices we make. Do we give in to
temptations - to the darkness in ourselves - or do we resist? 

In this series I aim to capture the feeling of denying our monsters, resisting the shadows that call to us: to see the darkness in our hearts, and choose to be light.

To quiet the whispers...

There is nowhere to hide,
When the dark comes alive;
And it's all in your mind;
And they whisper inside...

[What is offered: denied.]

In each breath that you take;
In between every sigh;
In each fear you can't shake;
Where the whispers reside...

[and the
whispers,
whispers,
echo inside]
...

She stared down her demons - dead in the eyes;
So softly they murmured (such beautiful lies);
They taunted, declaring she must choose a side.
For in light and in darkness her soul did reside...

[deep in the dark, where her monsters would hide]

Behind the masking of dark she wore light;
Her demons - like shadows - were lost to the night.
Though deep in her heart (in a place born of fear),
The darkness would beckon, enticing her near.

In each ragged breath;
Caught between every sigh;
In each little death, where the whispers reside...

[where the
whispers,
whispers,
echo inside]

And she said she did know she was wicked of heart;
The monster within, recognized from the start.
And though she had witnessed, she never did fear;
The darkness that fell, as the whispers drew near...

They beckoned: she followed.
[down into the black]

There was nowhere to hide.
[there was no turning back]

For it was all in her mind, she no longer denied;
The whispers, whispers, that echoed inside...