Voices in my head
Grumbling softly, slowly
Creeping me out this way
Whispers unholy
Telling me things I know I shouldn’t hear
A sound simulation around my ears
Asking things of me
I’m not capable of
Sending chills down my spine.
Fear fits me like a glove
I know not what to do
To obey them or act askew
For the creeps that they give me
I find no equal
I look in the mirror
And my reflection is deceitful
There’s fury in my eyes
Rage I don’t know where was born
As if every moment a part of my soul dies
Was it ever alive? I don’t recall.
My skin looks pale
Probably the days, I went without eating
Couldn’t bear the pain
I could hear my heart beating
Threatening to burst out of my chest
Maybe that would finally put me to rest
The whispers go on
Scarring my soul
I try to avoid them
But I miserably fail
Goosebumps on my skin
‘Ware me of sin,
Voices in my head
Grumbling softly, slowly
Creeping me out this way
Whispers unholy.
Author: Manaswi Priya
Editor: Nandini Patil