Voices In The Attic

It was there at the stroke of midnight. 

I found my mind lost in depth of thought, 
digging a solitary grave deep within me. 

Obscurities shadow watched down from the tower 
trembling tenacity with great fear, 
I could not bring myself to see what was inside. 

Taunting voices in distorted crescendo. 
consume every particle of light, 
It was then I knew for sure! 

There were Voices-In-The-Attic.
Entities from which to draw sustenance, 
An array of sleepy living knowledge. 

Our willing unity open the door, 
releasing my mind from its prison, 
finally awakening from my coma