Soul To Reap

Deep in my mind, I felt it, the pain that was spoken. The beauty forever wrote, gliding amongst my thoughts, caressing every idea, running down my spine, into my heart, blinded by the actions of another, forever felt like a soulless touch. “My soul, to reap,” they said, or was it me? The voice is mine but unlike any, I've heard. I beg the voice to finally let me sleep, as my thoughts have been consumed far too deep. The voice replies"We can go together" Convincing me further to sleep forever.