Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Drink The Kool-Aid

I can't write about the voices
And how they drive nails up and down my spine.
I cannot tell of how they laugh and giggle
At each mangled failing.
I can't speak of how they make threats
And call me the ugliest of names.
I cannot articulate the feel of their
Wretched whispers in my ears.

I cannot imagine life without them...

The thrill of hearing something
Others call insanity is titillating.
They breathe wisdom to my mind
And guide me to the light from the dark.
They tell me to follow them into
The worlds that don't exist on this plane.
They are an evil comfort in a world of nice.

I cannot imagine life without them...


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Drink The Kool-Aid

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