thirty

The voices come at night when the wind dies down

I can hear nothing more than whispers

My mind playing tricks?

I don’t know they say to me in the night when the wind dies down

My eyes jump like they do

Their shadows cover my sanity

Wait

I am not crazy

They laugh when they hear me talk

You will die  

They shout at night

The voices come at night when the moon is hid behind a cloud or two

They shout

They scream

They hate

I creep under my bed to get away

But they dive beside me to keep the company

They come at night and never leave

I will leave with them

Come with us…

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This is fantastic. You are a excellent poet.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I often feel like this "My mind playing tricks?" haha.
Creepy... but awesome:
"I creep under my bed to get away
But they dive beside me to keep the company"