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Voices
Trapped, nowhere to go
No one to help, no one to know
The voices always bothered me
I know they're not there
Still I hear them everyday
They tell me "Bring us corpses"
And i do so
For i fear if i don't
They will hurt me
If i dont listen
They tell me "Cut!"
And i do so out of fear
They send me visions of what to come
I'm standing on my porch
I see a mushroom cloud in the distance
Then i learn, this is how I die
No one to help, no one to know
The voices always bothered me
I know they're not there
Still I hear them everyday
They tell me "Bring us corpses"
And i do so
For i fear if i don't
They will hurt me
If i dont listen
They tell me "Cut!"
And i do so out of fear
They send me visions of what to come
I'm standing on my porch
I see a mushroom cloud in the distance
Then i learn, this is how I die
Published 14th Aug 2020
Author's Note
I like dark themes so I decide to make my poem a dark one.
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