Simon LaSalde III
The voices down the street keep me company,
The voices down the hall keep me sane.
When I fear of dying alone,
How can I ever escape?
The voices in my head are my best friends,
The voices I hear are real.
But when I talk about it, I get stares,
How is that supposed to make me feel?
I can question the voices,
More than I question anything else.
But curiosity killed the cat,
And I can’t help but question myself.
Is one the voice of god,
And one the voice of evil?
Is one the voice of mistakes and judgement?
Or are they all equal?...