Tormented

I have strangled my conscience, stuck a sock in its mouth to muffle its sounds, locked it in a dark corner and lost the key. I don't hear its voice anymore. I need it now more than ever before. But it is asleep and the cries of my agonized soul are uncapable of waking it up. I am afraid it will never wake up. I am afraid it is dead. I am afraid I killed it. I am afraid my burdened soul cannot bring it back. I am afraid I am doomed to this life of conscienceless living. I am afraid of the darkness that is engulfing me, sucking my tormented soul to the bottom, from where it can never rise.