saying those things she knows shouldn't be said
what is that voice inside my mind
that reminds me of things that are best left behind
I guess that voice is a part of me
that sick & insane part I don't want to see
and she whispers cunningly into my ear
telling me things she knows I shouldn't hear
but I realize that she doesn't care about me
she'd as soon see me dead, than healthy & free
so what I need to do is to starve her to death
deprive her of those poisons that give her her breath
for without my help she's sure to die
and no part of my being will mourn or cry
until then I'll ignore her, and when she does speak
I'll remember she's hurting, and desperate, and weak
then soon I'll rejoice to be free of the pain
and that hideous voice that still poisons my brain
rose
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