Inside my head there is a voice,
angelic, so it seems,
that sings at morning, noon and night,
but mostly in my dreams.
She takes me on adventures,
to lands, to seas, to stars,
but leaves as soon as we have reached a distance all too far.
I wonder why she leaves me,
I wonder where she's gone,
the devil's work is done once you've become her sacred spawn.
Destroy all that you care for,
all things that you may love,
without a sense of guilt because you are unworthy of.
And after I am finished,
I crawl back on hand and knee,
so her and I can raise a glass to miserable company.
I wrote this so very long ago, but still one of my favorites.
© Nicole A