Listening For The Voices Poem by Saint Cynosure

My life is lived in sinister,
I talk with deadly plans.
I walk by those who do not know,
I am a wicked man.
Hearing evil voices,
always in my head.
And the minute that I listen,
someone ends up dead.
Hidden in my closet,
buried in my floor.
When the voices say its time again,
I go kill some more.
Because I don't have any friends,
this I do for fun.
Before you go and judge me,
I'm not the only one.
Who lives his life darkness,
lurking in the shadows.
Constantly in secrets,
waiting for tomorrow.
Listening for the voices,
for what they say I dread.
When they say to go and kill,
someone ends up dead...