The Halloween press...

The voices

By: Crysta Irae

I hear them right before I sleep..

And just as I wake.

I feel them,

Oh, the voices... The voices!

I know them well... it makes me

Feel as if my body has fallen into hell!

Their violent slams makes...

My body weak... for I know around my door...

They creep!

I lie half awake, in a trance...

And through my mind...the

Voices dance.

I know them well for they belong...

To loved ones dear... their fiery words...

The voices let me hear!

I try; I try to pull myself out,

But the voices... They continue to scream and shout!

Their anger, their hate... makes me fear,

Oh, what should I do?

Are the voices owner’s really here?

No! No! this cannot be...

I am alone in this house... or

So it seems.

They have violence, they have hate.

Is it for me they condensate?

What can I do? Where can I hide?

The voices they tell me I should abide!

No wait! No wait! You don’t understand!

The voices they hold me, they are close at hand!

I fear of the time, the voices won’t set me free...

And they decide to hold me till eternity...

But time after time they do let me go...

Filled with fear! For soon I know...

The voices will come and hold me again.

I don’t know where, and I don’t know when!

The voices they come, sometimes in the dead of night...

But only I can hear them...

It causes such a fright...

I know it will be no good to tell a single soul...

For then they will put me away and the voices will take control!

My every waking thought, my every waking moment...

What can I do for this ungodly atonement?

Oh, pity me, pity

For it is happening to me...

Pray one day the voices will set me

Free... ... ...