Voice of the Snake

A little voice calls in my ear,
Hissing I'm not worth a tear.
Shouting insults at my trying,
Laughing, joyful in my crying.

This voice, a whisper in the dark,
Pierces deep into my heart.
Chanting over, day and night,
Killing hope with poisonous bite.

What is this voice? I do not know;
It always seeks to drag me low.
Its only purpose is to make
Others drink its cup of hate.

In dead of night, I have met
With this awful voice of regret
Reminding me of past failure;
Its eyes glinting with dark lure.

This dreadful, hissing voice I hear
Can only belong to one, I fear.
The serpent of old, the evil snake,
Who handcrafted fear and hate!

Silence, oh you voice of fright!
You have no place here in the light!
Leave me now, to whence you came,
And live there with all your shame!