Voices
whispering softly their words do tread
into my mind with haste and threat
slowing engulfing all of me
and loosing all of my sanity
steadily they contemplate
just how how to eliminate
the faith i will to them forsake
It is as if i am on a string
a controlled and puppeted form of me
No decisions are of my own accord
For my voice they do ignore
one by one they state their claim
bickering inside my brain
the first of them is rational
she forsees which way the cards will fall
cautious she is with her approach
Propper living she does coach
To the second of them she is much diverse
she is evil as she is cursed
She does one thing persistently
is proving her lunacy
she alterse decieves with her trickery
acting as a evil tyrant
she forces me to be compliant
Number three she isnt here
she wont be seen, nor will entertain
she had some place to be
where is your reality?
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