The Lost Soul

There was a fork in the road,
and I choose the road less traveled.
There were demons,
and scared lonely souls.
Withering in pain,
needing help.
The demons fed on their fear,
causing the souls to disappear.
I searched and searched,
in shadows and dark corners.
The souls just simply disappeared.
No sign of them anywhere,
like they never existed.
But they did.
I remember their moans,
their pleas for help.
Their arms reaching to me,
with black bloody fingernails.
Then it suddenly hit me.
My fingernails are black,
bloody and black.
I didn't see any lost souls after all,
I was just seeing myself.
I am a lost soul,
withering in pain,
and begging for help.