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The voices in the wind call me out from the hell I call a home. |
The voices are calling for me I can hear them as they blow through my hair I stand ontop of the building letting the memorys of pain flod into my system I am walking down the hall the laughter the jokes My tears fall faster hitting the ground below my white nightgown blowing fiercly at my side. I can her the voices best up here Down below in my home they call to me they tell me things tell me its better where they are to come to where they are escape all the yelling, all the shouts the hits from home The voices in the wind call me out from the hell I call a home and I gladly follow until they stop and I am forced to return once again but this time as I waited for them they did not come I waited days and weeks but I still heard nothing, so I pulled out my blade as a gasp escaped my throat they where back 'yes, we will only come when you become this' we'd be together forever they said I was free with them, I smiled as I made my way to the top of the building watching the cars below I'd tell myself I'd jump but something always interferred. My fears would stop me in my tracks but not today, today was the day I would finally be free I heard screams from below as my toes tickled the ledge the voices where ramming through my head as the wind picked up it was pushing me forward I smiled free at last I leaned completly over as I felt wind in my face the screams where getting closer now the voices whistleing sweet songs of freedom into my ears. A strong pain then darkness This was how it ended This was how I fell |