I don't know if it is real
Or some kind of wicked dream
But something is speaking to me
I hear whisper, really faint
Full of malice full of hate
Setting reasoning aflame
That voice inside me
Making me do things
That I would never
Think of acting out
Nothing that I do
Can hold it's words back
Feeling it's useless
Try keep it
Out, of my head
I can't seem to drive it out
Voice still getting louder now
It is more I can contain
Twisting my thoughts constantly
Talking evil in my sleep
Sharpening its talons with my dreams
That voice inside me
Helping me do things
That I would maybe
Think of acting out
Trying as I can
It's still gettin stronger
Severing all of
Bonds that keep my
Mind still clear
I can feel the damage's done
But the journey just begun
And it is full of deceased
They are slaughtered by my hand
And just little have remained
To see that dreadful event
That voice inside me
Is actually me
And I wont bother
Try to understand
What the f*** happened
Why they are screaming
I don't believe it
What have I become
I want die!
In a haze my head is draped
Crimson color of my hands
Now I'm nothing but a shade
Spirit slowly fades away