The Voices of my Soul

The Voices of my Soul

 

 

The air smells like crap.

I feel like crap.

I take the voices and try to shut them up,

bu they won't.

They get louder and louder,

until I can't stand it anymore!

I take the gun, the rope and put them to my temple, around my neck.

First I pull the trigger, then fall out of the chair.

Dead.

I am dead now.

Finally weeping away the voices inside and outside of my head.

Both are terrible and I'm done hearing them.

Now everything goes black.

The voices outside get quieter and quieter,

then they are gone.

But the voices inside my head, keep reaping my soul.

Even when my soul has been dead.

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

The voice of the soul is usually comforting. Raw and agonizing. Still young, the wounds will heal in time.