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make it stop..please
the one voice inside
it calls to me to walk
the night,in search of
what? I have no idea
but it does,and by the
gods when I find it the
voice takes my body
and makes it a weapon
of death and suffering
it seems I am not in control
rather I am trapped inside
forced to watch it carry out
such wicked and demented
acts it would make others
sick,but not me I am a vessel
for this voice of death. I have
killed children women men both
young and old it seems to matter
not to it,just that they meet an ugly
and sadistic death. I have tried to
end my life many many times but it
seems this voice has a deal with
death himself and all that happens
is I am returned right back to my home
with a massive headache, and all the while
the voice is laughing at me it never ever stops
it calls to me to walk
the night,in search of
what? I have no idea
but it does,and by the
gods when I find it the
voice takes my body
and makes it a weapon
of death and suffering
it seems I am not in control
rather I am trapped inside
forced to watch it carry out
such wicked and demented
acts it would make others
sick,but not me I am a vessel
for this voice of death. I have
killed children women men both
young and old it seems to matter
not to it,just that they meet an ugly
and sadistic death. I have tried to
end my life many many times but it
seems this voice has a deal with
death himself and all that happens
is I am returned right back to my home
with a massive headache, and all the while
the voice is laughing at me it never ever stops
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