Voices

They surround you

They whisper in your ear

Filling you with dread

Wrapping you in fear

They follow you

Wherever you go

Hidden by your shadow

Swirling through your mind like mist

Causing silent terror to grow

Sleep is the only release

The only way to make the whispers cease

They drive you to insanity

The voices multiply

You swallow and close your eyes

For the very last time.

The End

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