I hear voices in my head,
That want me dead.
These voices that I dread,
Are the same ones that I fed.
They come and go,
Friend or Foe,
I do not know.
These voices control me from within,
And make me complete my book of sin.
I silently scream to stop the pain,
People think I'm on the verge of going insane.
They're so loud, I feel myself burning away,
They told me to kill myself today,
So I bowed down my head to pray,
and someone whispered,
"Now Do As I Say"
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
