I have a dark voice in my head.
It cries with me in the morning,
And sleeps with me at night.
It speaks to me with innocent tones,
Never showing it's true identity.
As masked as this voice is
I know it's evil.
I know it's been to hell and back again.
Yet I can't shake this feeling of unity,
Recognition, and even sympathy
For this consistently chattering voice.
As much as I try to dissect it's true meaning,
Understand what it doesn't want me to know,
One thing's for sure.
This voice is my own.
My conscience and will power
Mended, blended into one.
My soul.














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