A Choice of Voices

The voices filter from above
Boil up from below
One offering the kindness of home
A touch on the shoulder, whisper in the ear
She will comfort me
Point out that pulsing light
It's search completed at last

Others wield words that wound
Weapons uttered in triumph
Blood and tears filling a rusted flask
The libation of brutality
Sipped in triumph as the hunt goes by

Others offer me their flawless tones
An empathy that shines
What acolyte infers the night
When an angel will assume the light.

Image (retouched) from the video for 'Til Tuesday's "Voices Carry"