I know who I want to be

where I want to go

how to get there

but my expectations are high

my confidence weak

my dreams... dreams

terrified I'll wake up one day

and realize I've lived my whole

life

without impact

it would be

so easy

to

give in

not try

to just

Drift

Away

She heard it in the distant faintly crying.

Desperate and longing to be fed

She contemplated it once or twice

Days, weeks,months, years passed.

The hunger cried again

She tried, with all of her heart and soul she tried.

Nothing Worked...

She begged for one

One

One

One

Someone to care to feel. To be there

It cried louder with more intensity

All it wanted was a release

To slip into a easy, peaceful place,

A precise slice would satisfy

With each ticking hour

Minute

Second

The want grew

It couldn't be ignored anymore

A constant battle

Stay or go

Freedom or slavery

What should she do?

To others it was ludicrous, insane, crazy.

But to her it was freedom from this depriving and dying world.

It sneaks up on her it comforts her

Whenever she needs a hand it grips her entire body in solitude

Letting her know whenever she's ready

She's welcome to leave.

You think you can make it?!

You'll never get there.

Success is too much for you.

The bar is too high.

You're asking for the moon.

Realize your abilities.

Be content where you are.

There is nothing more for you Above the bar.

You mustn't venture out too far;

You might discover

Who you really are.

The parasite -

that voice hijacking everyone's mind

insisting

that nothing is good,

more is always better,

craving is always good,

and stillness is never better

This parasite, this horcrux

immortalizing the cancerous evil

plaguing this otherwise perfect planet,

is the ultimate enemy,

ultimate challenge,

and ultimate opportunity

This evil roaming in my head

will be destroyed soon -

destroyed by divine, purifying Fire of healing and transformation,

love and light

This evil parasite is but a bug in my computer system

And soon the bug will be no more

in my head, in anyone's head

Evil, like smallpox and other diseases,

will soon die

for good.

Something evil been roaming in your head.

It slinks and slithers away, instilling dread.

The whispering voice, telling you:

It's okay to be dead.

Something evil been roaming in your head

Stealing your will and instilling fear.

Wearing you down, year by year.

'Til nothing remains

But something evil

Roaming in your now-forgotten head.

So many voices,

amidst the rumbling

of old wheels

on even older tracks,

as the Red Line races north,

bound for the suburbs.

The side-to-side sway of the car

lulls me into a stupor.

The voices persist,

growing louder,

increasingly shrill,

until my eyes

flutter

and I awake,

alone--

The conductor announces

the last stop

over the loud speaker,

and the train shudders

to a halt.

As new passengers board,

the voices convince me to stay;

so I add my quiet chuckle

to the chorus,

guaranteeing, at the least,

a seat to myself

for the ride south.

This thoughts been thrown around between my cortexes for a while.. It's shocking and scary, yet on the contrary, attractive as hell in my mind. It screams kill him or kill him or just kill yourself, cause if you don't, I certainly will. I yell back "you don't scare me", but now it can't hear me, this voice in my head disappears. But then it's back, like a ticking time bomb is going off in my head, there's just no words to say. Tick. Tick. Tick. Closer and closer to my eminent death. Tick. Tick. Tick. The day's roll on and fell like seconds and somehow there's just minutes left. Tick. Tick. Tick. Say my last goodbye, there's not much time cause this voice in my head is screaming "Tick. Tick. Tick." Until finally the bomb goes off, tick. Tick. Tock.

Something evil has been roaming in your head.

You can't control it and it wants your family dead.

Forgive me, officer, 'cause all I saw was red-

When I saw what I done, my heart was filled with lead.

But that's a lie and yeah, your cellmate knows it too.

He cowered when you yelled and carved off your tattoo.

You hung it on the wall like taxidermists do.

He cried, called'ya insane-- so you knifed his off too.