Voices

This voice, it's scary, making me weary, and it's staring from under the staircase. As it shares it's presence, it's essenece is venomous, it's horrendous... I quiver and shiver as it whispers... "it's easier to die quicker"... So as this demon starts surging in, my body starts burning and I feel my nervousness... It's my nerves nervously hurting, my minds turning, i'm learning this is demonic conjuring... Every night I feel it lurking, when it sees me it stops searching and, I feel it surfacing... My wrecked soul is it's perfectness, I'm deaths encouragement.... But i'm already soulless, and it's permenant... Cause I clash within my habits, and scream till I vanish I'm just a tragic damaged empty canvas... They say i'm just imagitive, but as I lay cold on this granite I hear echo through my crafted canyons is... This voice is it calling, is it calling... It's your choice, she said "take or let go" Is it calling, when you're all alone In your own sweet home.. Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...? I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping.. and mildly feeling, that I was honestly grieving, and quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing and ultimately it was wildly eating at who I was... So as I lay lifeless, can't open my eyelids, i'm crying, my tongue i'm biting... In the mirior i'm eyeless, but in my room i'm blinded by the lightning... Why am I still trying, this demon will forever be rising... it'll be him and I binding, him climbing, while i'm diving.. I stopped fighting, because drunk driving is a way for actual dying... I don't have a direction, I've been hiding in my writings... I can't sleep through screeches and slicing, it's frightening... Oh the timing, the horizon, how am I still surviving But my mind, heart and soul it's pricing, so i'm done dividing because of.... This voice is it calling, is it calling... It's your choice, she said "take or let go" Is it calling, when you're all alone In your own sweet home.. Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?