Kill Poem by The Martyrs Blood

I close my eyes,
and for once try to feel,
I open and look at the sky,
all I can hear is KILL KILL KILL.

The voices have been there,
for most of my life,
the Demons are near,
they're telling me to grab the knife.

I have to block it out,
I can't take it,
They're beggining to shout,
telling me who's throat to slit.

My life is over,
there's nothing to feel,
I slit my wrists,
And fall over to kneel.