Kyle Carlson Poet Rhyme

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

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Laura Breidenthal November 3, 2011 at 12:14 AM I love this poem!!! Where are yah Kyle? Keep posting please! Always, Laura

Nicola Noo July 10, 2011 at 7:39 AM Cool poem!

Leigh Nickolyn April 27, 2011 at 6:24 PM I can sort of relate to this. Very nice poem. Keep it up! -Leigh Anne

Daver Austin April 27, 2011 at 3:33 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

Poet Destroyer A April 23, 2011 at 9:14 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.