VOICES

It was an hour before dawn
Why are these voices not yet gone?
As these voices cry
They tell me to die

With a knife, gun, or jump
Or a shotgun, just one pump
In my head I can hear my own screams
These voices are no longer from my dreams

These things telling me to die
As I lay in bed and cry
To me sleep no longer comes
The beating of these massive drums

With a knife or a gun
What will my fate become?
Kill myself these voices say
When will be the day?

Today or tomorrow
As I lay here in sorrow
Deep into my arm the straight and narrow
My death will come faster than an arrow

As I shut and lock my door
Crimson red falling to the floor
As I lay here dying
I can already see her crying

So slim beautiful and sweet
This is my best feat
I love her so
In a way she will never know

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