That Little Voice

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The embodiment of evil

Courses though your veins,

Slithering its way

To your very core

You can touch it now,

It’s a part of you.

That second piece,

You can’t unglue.

The fighting incessant

Within your head.

All control is lost,

As he forces your hand.

The ice-cold metal,

The tang in the air,

The smooth red heat,

And the blank, open stare.

The feeling of floating,

Your sight is blurring,

Muscles start twitching,

The silence is eerie.

But alas,

A blaring siren

Is the last to be heard.