Voices
i hear the voices in my head
they surrond my wooden bed
telling me i should be dead
I try to move but i cannot awake
the forces drive me into a foggy state
suddonly i feel so much hate
I finally got the courage to get up
I walk to the doorway
I fall to the floor
I have no feet
they have taken them
I used my feet for running
i used my feet for going unto the path
i shouldnt have stepped on
I look to find my arms
but i dont have any
I used my arms for picking up things
i used them for putting things into my mouth
That i shouldnt have eaten
i feel for my lips
But they are gone
I used them to say things i shouldnt have said
I cannot see
My eyes have gone missing
I used my eyes to see what i
shouldnt have seen
the voice returns to my head
your better off dead
your a fool for what youve done
now you will rot in hell with no one
I float in mid air
everything turns dark
everything is smothered in fire
i cannot breath
my soul leaves my body and flies up to heaven
it is used to be given to a new baby being born on earth
the man in the fire tells me
that when bad spirits go to hell
they get reused but outs bodys stay here
in this bottomless pit
they are only reused to have another chance
when good souls go to heaven
they stay up there with god
starting a new life
and ending an old one
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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