a poem about a man who is schizophrenic |
i I don’t really know what this would be called so I called it a poem. I got the inspiration to write this after my dad passed away about to months ago he was a schizophrenic and kept a notebook of all the voices he heard or things he seen well after he died I was reading his notebook and was shocked by the things I found in it and taken away by how demonic the things he heard were voices told me to kill you Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you The darkness emerges from the voices in my mind They give me things to do and I just cant say no They told me to get this ax They told me don’t worry its fun You know you’ll never get caught They said she wouldn’t feel a thing So I struck her in the head Blood splatters on my face I lick it of and walk away Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you I know people seen me I know ill never get away I shouldn’t of listened now I got to flee They tell me don’t go They say their is a another way I don’t want to listen But there very persistent I know ill have to give in To make the voices go way Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you I know that they're evil I think they're demons from hell There sent by the devil here to destroy my soul I don’t want to given in I don’t want to go to hell But I already murdered Tainted my soul I know now there’s only hell So I given to the voices And let the devil consume my soul Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you I call to the voices And let them take over my mind "We knew that you’ll given" "You were always a weakling" "Thinking love would make you strong" "You were misguided" "By the morels of your world" "But not to worry" "Couse were here to release you" "From the chains of morality" Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you They tell me I have to Murder the ones that seen I slowly look around I see and old lady And to little boys "You know you have to kill them" "Its the only way to get away" So now I’m garbing this crowbar I walk to the old lady And pound the bar into her face Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you They tell me im almost free I see that the kids are crying Begging for there lives It pains me to see there suffering Knowing that im about to Coarse them misery I slowly walk to them As the voices return Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you "We knew that you’ll listen" "We just had to give you time" "Just listen to what we say" "And we will make you strong" I that they're laughing Laughing at my misery I hate that im doing this I wish there was a different way That’s when I realize That I’m in control of my own destiny I stop In front of the kids Pull a blade from my pocket The kids cry even louder The voices are laughing in my head I tell the kids that im sorry That the voices made me do it And quickly slit my throat Blood on my hands Voices in my head You cry as you die I laugh as you cry I don’t know why But the voices told me to kill you |