Waking down a moonlit street,
In a body that’s not my own,
Every time I run away,
I am never really alone.
The voices follow me.
Where ever I go,
God no’s I have tried to block them out,
But they get louder ever time,
From a whisper to a shout.
My head feels like it’s caving in,
I know the voices are there to tease.
"take her kill her make her bleed"
I can’t stop the voices,
I what to run in to the sun light,
And make the voices go away.
But all I do is sit and watching the sun light days,
Slowly drift away.
By Rebel The Dark Poet