“You are not what you think you are.”
Whispers the dark voice
Inside my head.

I take another swig of Bourbon,
And hear the breeze play tag
Between the bamboo stalks.

“You are not who you think you are.”
Whispers the cold demon
In my heart.

I let the scattered raindrops
Dance within my hair
And race down my weary cheeks.

“You are not what you wish you were.”
Weeps the silly child
Within my fears.

I sip more ember liquor,
And feel it burning
Down my throat.

“I am nothing.”
Echoes my own voice
Into the forest.

In the middle of the muddy path
A single pebble shines,
Smiling at the moonlight.