Voices

It's like walking through hell
Wondering if you'll ever wake up
If you'll break the spell.
Voices taunting me,saying this
And saying that.
Telling me I'll never win
So it's best you exit
And bring it to an end...
To a close...take a handful
Of pills I suppose.

You see I never had the guts
To put a gun to my head
So I ingest enough downers
To leave two people dead.
All the while that one little voice
Keeps telling me I have a choice
And that I won't expire
Refusing to face the music
I now face the fire.

Now with darkness engulfing
I fall into oblivion
No longer hear the insulting
The rants and scoffing
That left a hole in my soul
I lay in wait for my coffin
My body goes limp
A peace I've not known
My existence no longer grim

As I go in and out I feel hands
Are they pulling me to pieces
I don't understand
Please leave me I plead
Away from this life because
Death is easier to be

These hands come
To pull me through
I'm lifted up there's
Nothing more I can do

I'm alive but is that good or bad?
I'm left to live and go
Through hell as I once had
I'll wonder what it's like
To be dead
Because I can never stop these
Voices in my head.