I hear his voice
It follows me everywhere.
I look around
And he's no where to be seen.
His voice is unclear
And echoes with every word.
It is a voice of temptation.
It whispers
Forcing me to listen closer
Until it screams
A deafening screech
Repeating again and again
Until I obey its command.
The voice of sin
Once again
Has a grasp on me.
c.g.