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Schizo

I've got a voice Actually I've got two They serenade the crevices of my brain And tell me what to do In one ear We've got Mr. Nice A misleading Name With this guy, mercy won't suffice Blood... guts He lives for the gore I just wish...no, I pray That he wouldn't talk to me anymore In the other ear I hear Dr. Kill Pretty Self Explanatory This guy's mentally ill His whisper's like that of an angel His commands are inhumane I can't live another day With a mind so insane For these voices I've killed Slurped the blood That spilled Danced with the corpses While they decayed Punctured my own skin With a razor sharp blade Stop talking to me! I don't want to hear what you have to say Never mind, I think I like it Goddamn it! why am I this way I beg for that third voice But it hides Cowers behind the shadows Of the other guys Please conscience Come back to me Why can't we be friends Like we used to be But that's my head A soulless slaughter mill A psychotic structure under the reign of Two voices named Mr. Nice and Dr. Kill

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/3/2011 12:14:00 AM
I love this poem!!! Where are yah Kyle? Keep posting please! Always, Laura
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Date: 7/10/2011 7:39:00 AM
Cool poem!
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Date: 4/27/2011 6:24:00 PM
I can sort of relate to this. Very nice poem. Keep it up! -Leigh Anne
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Date: 4/27/2011 3:33:00 PM
Looking for that "still, small voice." If I see ya comin', I'm crossing to the other side of the street, alla Philly. Irresistible write. Love, daver
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Date: 4/23/2011 9:14:00 PM
wow,, bi-polor.. and good angle vs' bad./// how xool.. .. super smiling and enjoyed reading your poem, take care and have your self a happy and safe Easter! always p.d.
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