They’re back, these ghosts
That haunt my every move,
These demons that massacre
My every living thought.
First they whisper, sweet little melodies
Into my ear, telling me wrongs.
Second they chatter, annoying voices
Back and forth in my brain,
Then they yell, irresistible orders
Straight to my nervous system,
And last they scream, over and over
Unconquerable and invincible.
The voices are killing me,
Slowly but surely and undeniably.
They don’t want me to experience
All the wonderful moments of the future
Or the unchangeable moments of now.
But most of all, the demons want me;
They want me to become one of them,
Destroying good and creating bad
To ****** soulful beings like myself,
Especially myself,
And hurt everyone around me in the process.