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the voices
the dark utters
in hushed tones
speaks to you quietly
so no one else knows
while you tremble
alone with its razor tongue
slashing & cutting
until you bleed internally
the voices are relentless
when they smell blood
so you try & cauterize the wound
shake it off
but it's no good
then the demons really become bold
& they go for the throat
"your soul is of no use
alive or dead
might as well end it
& be done with it"
you cry out to the heavens
for delivery
you get an answering machine
god's not here
call again
they ravage you deep into the night
til your heart can no longer cry
eyes bloodshot & puffy
exhausted from no sleep
then you find
what you're really made of
as you start a new day
pick up all your pain
& put it in a bag
then shoulder the weight
as if nothing were keeping you down
& envision the world like you stomped its face
like you burned it down
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