The ramblings of a mad man

White noise

They murmur and whisper in my mind yet I barely notice them anymore, the voices are becoming louder in order to attract my attention yet I barely heed them, now my idea's of righteousness and evil is being pulled with them as well into silence , my mind is blurring, my instincts are starting to take hold like the Russian sleep project although not as dramatic I am descending from the grace known as sanity, yet I still try to take what is left back I do not believe in fairy tales, but I hope that others do not take my path and descend.

A memento does not last forever