Those voices,
They don't fade,
They don't go away,
No matter how hard I tried.
Echoing,
Inciting me to action,
It's a sweet evil whisper,
That leads to violent results.
Block them out,
Hard as it might be,
It is time to try,
Till the last breath.
When the leaf falls down,
At the end of its life,
Was it of any use,
Who is to judge?
So, let me decide for you,
Let me tell you what is what,
I am no voice that's evil,
I am the voice that is right.