Evening Mutterings
The voice has told me I should kill all of you.
It screams at me in my dreams.
It whispers it in my ears during my waking hours.
Then the black outs come…
I lose hours of time…
I wake up in strange places…
Covered in blood….
I’m filled with guilt most of the time…
But the rest of the time…
Like right now….
I like it.
I like it alot.
…
Just thought I’d let you know.
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