The tender whispers inside someone’s head.
Little voices, nothing more
not at all hard to ignore
But they grew louder over the years
now I sit in silent tears
I couldn’t ignore, they wouldn’t stop
rising to my mind’s top
I cried for help while I still could
I needed help, but no one would
Those tender whispers now reign supreme
my sanity I can’t redeem
I hoped that if I listened to what they said
soon the voices would be dead
But now I sit in this blood pool
thinking myself to be a fool
The voices laugh at my misery
refusing to let me free
They cry out in ecstasy
for they have full control over me
I killed my family for them
each drop of blood a precious gem
My mind is gone it is no more
the sanity walked right out the door
Little remains within my mind
tender whispers is all you will find
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