Voices

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Whisper, whisper,

in the night.

Whispering secrets,

filled with fright.

Talking, asking,

they want to know.

Their words are colder

than the falling snow.

Pressing, begging,

I feel like prey.

They won't leave me alone,

they won't go away!

Screaming, yelling,

I cover my ears.

The voices are still there,

they have been for years.

Pushing, breaking,

they drag me away.

They say they won't hurt me

if I do what they say.

Hissing, spitting,

they demand my control.

Because I deny them,

they claw at my soul.

Fading, flying,

my blood pooling around me.

I feel my will break,

as the monsters surround me.

Whisper, whisper,

I feel nothing inside.

Broken is the body

where I used to reside.

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