Voices
It is quite bizarre,
I don’t even know who they are.
I wonder if its an alert,
Because they never leave me unhurt.
They always make me think,
That is bad because then I rethink.
I think of things from the past.
Why must I get harassed?
I think its in my head,
Even after I bloodshed.
Voices tell me bad things that make me weak.
Like to kill someone so to speak.
I hear the voices off and on,
Espically at the break of dawn.
Its far from paradise,
I should just be there sacrifice.
They want me dead and whatnot.
All it takes is one gunshot.
They tell that here I don’t belong,
I wonder if what they tell me is right or wrong.
I will never be alone,
I will always hear their groan.
They appear out of a cloud of smoke;
I am serious, this is no joke.
So here I lay with bloodstain,
Literally I’m going to go insane.
And I have no other choice,
But to listen to their voice.
Copyright © Crystal Rapp | Year Posted 2010
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