The sounds, incredible hope.
The voices inside my head pauses my thought to a straight stroke.
Am I crazy, can I keep alive?
The voices inside my head tells me to commit suicide.
The only solution for this crazy imitation, is to keep a straight face.
And go face down in a safe station.
The voices inside my head tell me to kill the innocent.
The voices inside my head makes me feel like a trapped soul.
The voices inside my head grabs me and won't let me go.
I feel insane. I don't know how to put my life in vain.
The holly water is burning like acid.
The pain like sensation, makes a grin appear on my face.
The voices whisper, the grim reaper is coming.
Death, death.
The little children are spinning.
Blood washes down my bread.
I want you gone.
I need you dead.
I will kill and not know,
Waking up normally.
I'll forget all and let it go.
But as night falls.
The voices in my head whisper kill them all.
I like how this poem goes round in a circle, using the repetition of the voices. The third stanza especially builds up the tension leading up to the ending. Dark and powerful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings, A poignant bit of verse.