The Voice Within

    Sometimes in a whisper, sometimes in
A scream, I hear the voice within
Sometimes in the light, sometimes in
The dark, speaking like a kingpin

The words echo, from my dark past
It’s an evil voice, this voice within
Alcohol became a friend of mine
A bottle of beer, a bottle of cold Gin

Sometimes it’s a constant ringing
This strange voice within
Pitching itself between that
Of a Mandolin or a Violin

It’s mean and it’s ugly
This voice within
I believe the Devil would say
It’s his favorite immortal sin

It’s ironic that the hot and fiery
Burning of this voice within
Can be so very, very cold
Even too cold for the mighty Quinn

It use to control me but God is
My most powerful indomethacin
And though I still hear it, I just don’t
Listen to the voice within

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright 07/03/2020
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