It wasn't out of nowhere

when I first heard it.

Nothing.

 

I knew it would come,

Eventually.

But could only hope

it wouldn't be so soon.

 

There was absolute silence,

Yet it was so deafening,

I fell to my knees 

And wept.

 

I wept

because I knew what it meant.

It meant I was alone now,

with nothing to keep me company,

but the mutinous voice

of my own treacherous conscience.

 

I admit

it's my own fault.

I knew

where it would lead.

 

I knew

the consequnces

if things went too far,

If I went too far.

 

I was warned,

more times than I can remember,

But I remember nonetheless,

I was warned.

 

And I didn't listen.

I chose not to.

I kept at it.

I had been 

Consumed.

 

The power,

The invinciblity,

The immortality I felt

Ate me up.

 

Yet

It still managed

to leave just enough

for my Guilt to feed on.