Voices
The darkness always soothes my soul.
Blackness is an unfulfilling hole.
Life is full of dark little secrets.
Skeletons crawl out of my closets.
There are monsters lurking under my bed.
Wait, I think that they might be in my head.
The voices won’t stop, they are calling me.
They are begging me to go on another spree.
They won’t take me alive this time.
I would rather die before I commit another crime.
Today was the last day; the voices have stopped their play.
The bullet in my head has made them go away.