Voices
the voices that callcussing my existence
and the very day
i was born
I'd rush upon the blade
only to strike fear
into their hearts
calling upon them to
kill me if they wish
but remember this tale
of my life
for not all was
as easy as it seemed
the freedom i have now
just a fragment
of what everyone else had
still the voices
yell and scream
wishing i were dead
but those voices
are in my head
screaming as i rest
still yelling
while i dream
still wishing death...
upon me
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