The Voices

The voices in my head

talk only of the sweet delight

of murder, sex, passion, and greed

from the beginning of day, to the end of night

the voices shall forever haunt me,

until my sweet demise,

and they refuse to leave me alone,

even when i close my weary eyes.

the voices in my head,

tell me of glory, riches, and fame,

all I have to do to get it,

is play a little game.

the game starts out,

with a razor, and a shout,

which will surely leave my life,

slowly leaking out.

I tried again, and again, and again

but the voices want to me try it four,

i say screw it, and i give up.

but the voices only want more.

they say jump off a building,

and i say go to hell,

but they say they will make me,

jump straight into a well.

the voices shall forever haunt me,

until my sweet demise,

and they refuse to leave me alone,

even when i lay down to die.