Memos from the psych ward I
"Let me haunt you with these words. I'll be back. I'll be back."
pay attention.
listen to me.
They are out to get me.
NO OTHER THAN MY OWN FAMILY.
what is my greatest sin?
Indeed, I am a sinner!
what is my greatest sin?
Indeed, I am a sinner!
the voices remind me,
from a young age I have felt their presence;
always in need of their guidance.
How can I escape a foe,
that lives in my shadow?
when I look in the mirror,
it is starting right at me.
This self hatred is inevitable,
it is sown in my soul,
it has dug out from the pits I buried it in,
it's condescending laughter, quite unbearable.
Poisoning my mind; it fuels my masters.
Preaches blasphemy,
I AM IN AGONY!
in raptures with one's self,
in war with my maker.
the cross on my neck feels like a grip,
the bible in my bag feels like a punishment.
The voices demand justice.
My blood is poison. This flesh is a prison.
My loved ones salivate over my demise.
They want me as a sacrifice.
The voices hear all. know all.
The voices teach. the voices guide.
In the hopelessness, the voices reside.
Even when I perish, they will survive.
