...And the voices, lo, they now speak
To a mind, twisted and weak.
They now scream into my brain-
I feel as if I am completly insane.
They want blood, it would seem,
For actions, real or percieved.
They scream in my mind,
And tell me it is time.
"Time for what", I do not know,
I only hear them saying "Go, go go".
I have tried my best to fight them away,
I fear I have lost the battle this day.
So, for better, or for worse,
I write this down, in line and in verse.
It stands before me, time itself,
I must put everything upon the shelf...
This is terrible, hearing what I hear,
What happens next will bring tears.
But to who? I cannot say,
I only know that this will be a very bad day.
My Muse is dead...killed by the voices
So dark, so lonely, I will make bad choices.
I don't want what happens next,
It seems as if I am vexed.