Voices
In solitude I hear voices,
whispering,
demonic.
A mumbling,
that which my innocence can not decipher,
a frequency,
a pattern,
a code.
I am invited...
...needed...
...wanted...
...desired...
Sleep takes me,
I hear them clearly now.
They speak of terrible deeds,
and in my struggle to wake,
they force me to sleep.
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