the voices

donnie darkoo mwah

i sit here in my dark space

i here them again

inside my head

kill them all they say

i refuse to listen

they try to push there way to ther surface but i hold tight

in my little dark space

alone with the blade

the blade which they could have taken but didnt

the blade that holds the blood of no one but its owner

the knife that has met his veins oh so many times

i sit

and watch the red trickle run down off my arms in the moonlight

im not insane i say to myself

but the voices say otherwise

they speak to me in day

the whisper to me in night

and yet they wonder why i scare the children how can i not

when i cant help but scare myself?