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.