Goodbye, My Love

There are voices in my head; They tell me who lives and who dies. At my hand, everyone I meet could be dead. I wish you could see this life through my eyes. The voices are so loud, I follow through with what they say. I am seen as a trustworthy man. Wen I am done with my victims, I find a place where they should lay. They never suspected my plan. I only have one thing that is constant in my life. And the voices want to take her away. Every time I see her, I hold back the urge to grab my knife. Away from me is where she should stay. So, I've turned myself in. Now, she won't suffer my sin.