Gentle voices have
of late
Been telling me to
kill
Or perhaps that’s
too distinct
They have whispered
the blues to me
Warm breath on my
neck
Reassuring me that
there would be no consequences
Fire in my throat
A clear mind
There is little
more terrifying than a clear mind
Not much left to
fear after pure love and security
The true sign of
life for some
Is the true sign of
the end for others
When joy is weighed
down by the shadow
When you only ever laugh while in company
But then
The screams
Bourbon soaked and
Arms scarred
Shouting for you to
rise
To fight for everything
For everyone
Ice down your back
The biggest joke of
all
Looking to the end
of the world and seeing the edge
That really does
exist
And you are
surrounded
Hands taking and
souls giving
Souls or something
But you are far
from alone
And whom do you
reach out to
When all these
words all make so much sense
Though the voices are
all at once black and white
They’re the first truth
and the last lie you’ll ever hear
This is the reason
you sing songs
The reason you
drink and write and
Bang the drum.