There are voices that only exist inside her mind,
Whispering lies about the life she’s going to find,
The voices come awake only as she sleeps,
Opening wounds with only her lifeblood to seep,
She doesn’t know it’s them who’s weaving her nightmares,
They’re her friends-
the only ones that hear as she drowns in her tears,
“Wake up!” they scream,
But she can’t,
she’s tried,
She carves their names in her arms,
Because all feeling within her has died,
She denies that this blood is all her own,
But standing in the pool of her death she’s become their drone,
She’s trying so hard to get out,
She begins to pant,
So to finish her off,
The voices chant…
“Come down to the river,
Where the demons play,
Step into the water,
And be swept away,
Give up your soul,
Say your last prayer,
Once you’re gone,
No one will care,
Surrender your life,
Or all that it was,
After you’re done,
You’ll still have us.”
Don’t listen to the voices,
They’re not your friends,
Don’t love the voices,
Your life, they will end,
Don’t give into the voices,
There’s another way out,
Just wait for the rain,
You’ll soon be out of this drought,
“Come down to the river,
Where the demons play,
Step into the water,
And be swept away,
Give up your soul,
Say your last prayer,
Once you’re gone,
No one will care,
Surrender your life,
Or all that it was,
After you’re done,
You’ll still have us.”