The voices they whisper,
Insults that they bare;
They scratch at my back,
They pull at my hair.
They dare me to open,
The window and try
And spread out my wings
And see if I fly;
The voices they tell me
That "death is for you",
And I don't respond,
I know that it's true.
They yell and they scream,
"we'll be here forever!"
And even in death,
I'm with the voices...
Together.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
The voices they whisper,
Insults that they bare;
They scratch at my back,
They pull at my hair.
They dare me to open,
The window and try
And spread out my wings
And see if I fly;
The voices they tell me
That "death is for you",
And I don't respond,
I know that it's true.
They yell and they scream,
"we'll be here forever!"
And even in death,
I'm with the voices...
Together.
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