Poet 11586

Never Listen to the voice inside your head

There is a voice in my head
Talking to me when I lie in bed.
They tell me things I never knew,
They told me a lot about you.
The voice is my friend,
though they wish me dead.
On this cliff I stand.
Overlooking the hellbent land.
One foot over the edge,
They want you dead, they want me dead.
Now I know the lesson learned.
In this pyre I now burn.
Never listen to the voices in your head
because now, I am drenched in red.