The Voice....

He's there,
I know he is.
He needs me,  
to show others exists.
 
He screams inside my head,
over  
and
over.
That Voice so compelling
dark  
sinister.  
 
A high pitch scream  
rips out of my body,
with agony
I cry for help,
but falls on empty
ears and nobody
hears,
as he talks control,
and I loose myself.
 
My eyes, they see hell,
I fight,
but I'm chained
in a cell,
faraway in depth of my mind.  
 
The voice
It told me,
It made me do it.  
I tried,
to fight,
but I yielded.
He knows,
my inner being.
He knows, the rush, I love,
the feeling;  
of blood
on me.
 
Oh Goddess,
the voice.
That odious sound,
it comes from the depths of my consciousness
inside me.
I swing, I swung,
He fell off the stairs and
hit the ground
unnaturally.
 
 
But that wasn't before  
I had my way
Eating the flesh,  
of that fucking priest
that raped a boy.
No one knew,
but I saw it all through my eyes.
I saw the gut-wrenching evil,
This thing has seen in it's time
the suffering,... my cry.
 
I feel dirty,  
he defiled,
me. I'm no longer clean,
the voice still screams  
and yells at me...
"Do my deed!"
The pain,  
the torture,  
the grief,
my sorrow,
The blood  
on my hands runs all over.
It fills my mind.
The entity, malevolent,
he's mad, because I stopped.
Even yet, still,
he taunts and yells,
"KILL KILL KILL!"
 
I try,
the hardest,  
but to free my mind,  
I screamed, terrorized
wishing for myself, to just
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"