“Back from hell I see.” He once said
The one who called to me
From far away, I only heard his voice
Up close, all I saw was his face
No longer do I see his face
But I still hear voices
All around I feel the presence
Of lost souls left to die alone
“Gone, but not forgotten”
Was the line left upon my tombstone
I was left behind to die behind closed doors
Six feet under the frozen ground
Another night now gone
Taken from my once warm hands
Turned into a vampire
By a voice in my head
Never will my life be known again
The voices in my head control all my assets
As I follow their orders
My life is no longer real
In my mind, I do not control
The voices take over and I can’t escape
The voices I still hear, are not intending on leaving
The voices are planning a scheme to over throw me
Now that he’s bleeding
He’s staring at the ceiling
At a mirror that has its curtain drawn
And he can’t make it all go away
As the voices now fade away
I feel like I am now free
I no longer hear voices
Everything is as it once seemed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem