The Voices (part 2)

The blame was thrust upon the victim’s fragile mother,
And now the voices have found another,
Another broken, desperate soul to sabotage,
And they do this unnoticed by others, the create a camouflage,
A camouflage of lies burned into the victim’s mind,
So she is able to fake a smile and her pain goes unrecognised,

The voices slowly feed upon her already shattered soul,
They dig deep, scratch and claw until they have complete control,
'YOU let your daughter die, you horrible bitch’,
‘YOU failed to notice her pain and how she’s rotting in a ditch’,
‘YOU deserve the pain you silly cow, see what she faced’,
‘Because YOU blamed her abnormalities on a phase’,
She sits, tormented by these voices who are ever so persistent,
They want the mother to regret and hate her own existence,

She grasps her head, hitting it repeatedly, trying to knock the voices from her head,
But again they persist, and won’t stop until she’s dead,
She rocks back and forth her head buried in her hands,
Unable to resist the voices demands,
She doesn’t want to live anymore; she can’t battle the voices,
She knows she has no other choices,

She too aimlessly wanders around her vacant home, seemingly ghost-like and gaunt,
Her body and mind are rapidly deteriorating and the voices continue their haunt,
They plan not a sudden demise for this hopeless individual,
They want her to slowly suffer, slowly rot; a desire that’s unforgivable,
They never leave and always vacate the back of her troubled mind,
So they can have complete control at all times,
They cannot let her return to her normal self,
That has to remain hidden on an imaginary shelf,
A shelf impossible to access,
Because that way their death wish can progress,


Her mind is infected with the voices, her blood diluted with pure hatred,
All traces of who she was have already faded,
She’s listened to the spiteful words of the voices for far too long,
And now she has become one of them for her soul is no longer strong,
She’s turned against her own body and forgotten how to live,
Neglecting, starving, abusing, hurting, failing to give,
She hasn’t eaten for months; she’s wriggled with guilt,      
Her body is twig-like, twisted and covered in filth,
Her hair is matted, her body shakes,
No expression, no emotion, not long until she breaks,


The voices are winning at their own game,
Murdering their new victim, infecting their brain,
Looking into her eyes is now unbearable,
For there is nothing left anymore, she’s incurable,
She has already become part of the nothingness she once feared,
And here she will remain never to reappear,
Her once incandescent eyes have misplaced their shine,
Now her eyes are bloodshot and in their state of decline,
Her body is slowly becoming dysfunctional and she cannot fight it,
For she is too weak, too tired, too vacant to commit,

She lays slumped in the corner of the room staring into space,
Her heart rate slows, her eyes get heavy and she accepts death’s embrace,
All her family have passed so her death goes without much notice,
So nobody is to blame and now the voices cannot recommit,
They cannot find a new mind to plaster with guilt, for this family is gone,
But instead, they will find a new, more vulnerable one,
A new, fresh family to weaken,
They will torment, murder, recommit and continue until they are beaten,
All it takes is for someone not to succumb to their taunts,
And then there is one less set of voices to haunt,
Maybe one day we will vanquish all the voices,
But that’ll take many decades, as people will continue to make the wrong choices,
People will continue to give up and fulfill the voices desires,
They will continue to do whatever is required,
Just to escape the guilt and pain,
To be free and to live again.