The louder voice

The bad me has a louder voice
It’s like I don’t have a choice
Can’t help myself
When I don’t know myself
Better just wreck myself
It’s easier that way.

Easier to feel the hate 
Than the love
Can’t run past a brick wall
I’ve met my end
I’ve seen the dark
My dreams they haunt me
They’ve left their mark.

He’s coming for me
He knows that I’m weak
Sees the holes
I hear him, creek.

He’s louder now than before
I’m frightened. Alone.
Scared.
Like a candle flame
Flickering still
Beginning to twitch
Against my own will
Please stay.
Just burn a little longer
Until my heart is a little stronger.

He hears me now
And blows like the wind
In darkness I’m left 
No escape from this pain.

The bad me has a louder voice 
He screams to me
I don’t have a choice.

Who are you inside me?
To torture me this way
We can be happier I try to say
I beg the flame to ignite once more
A flicker of hope
Still resides in my core.

What have I done to deserve this flood?
This empty pit of filling blood?
Gushing, rushing, flushing me out 
Where have I gone?
My voice cries out.

His red horns sore through my mind
In my dreams he is real
My reality he’ll find.

As he envelops my flame 
I’m holding on still
Clutching to the wind
Against my own will.

But I will fight to the end
And if I don’t win
This voice inside of me
Will die within.

So at least when I’m laid to rest
When the flame has burnt out 
And he tries to test
The voice has escaped
And no one will hear

Alone I will be
Just me and happy. 

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