The Voices Tell Me... Poem by Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki

I hear the symphony down the hall
But, no music?
The aristocrats are scared
Their souls lost into oblivion,
“how dare you…”
I hear faintly whispered to me
My voice shutters;
“Who-who’s there…? ”
I hear something fall!
I jump up! ! !
But it was just a pen falling to the ground… that you’ve never seen before

Voices fill your head!
“go this way! ”
“No, this way! ”
“Don’t go that way, come with me this way.”
“Fear him, come with me, child! ”
“No, come with me, I know the quickest way! ”
“Go this way! ”
“I know the safest way, come with me! ”
“Do it…”
“come here…”
“I can show you… how to… if you’ll be strong enough…”

More and more voice appear!
Telling me different things to do,
Different ways to go…
I go mad…
Insane…
…

I try to walk down the hall,
But I crash into everything and BREAK it
Slamming myself into the walls,
Covering my ears.
YELLING! ! SHOUTING! ! ! !
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD! ! ! ! ”
I fall to the floor,
Hands on my head… Slowly come down…
Eyes grow lazy, and body so loose…
“Ha, ha, ha! ”
“A SLAUGHTER I SAY! ”

I pick up the pen that had fallen earlier…
Looking at it, I start stabbing myself repeatedly!
Down my arms and into my stomach and chest! ! !
I stand up,
Carelessly waddling back down the hall,
Out the door…
The neighbor’s child approaches me…
Blood, gushing out of me,
The child’s eyes widen in shock and fear,
Frozen. Scared.
I mindlessly stab him threw the eye with the pen and smirk.
I glare at all those staring at me in awe of what just happened.

“Kill them… Kill them ALL…”
The voices tell me,
I burst into uncontrollable laughter!
Spinning the pen between my fingers,
Innocent blood of a child’s slowly dripping off of it.

I do as the voices tell me,
And, swiftly kill them all..
I fall to my knees once more,
Tired, in pain, and exhausted from blood drainage.
“Get up! You pile of dead meat! ”
The voices yell to me,
I stand up from stubbornness,
Anger upon my eyes, with a hint of disappointment,
I start stabbing myself in the head.
“Stop! What are you doing? ! ”
“It’s not worth it, child! ”
They keep yelling to me, but I don’t do anything but swing the pen into my own skull
I drop to the floor…
Dead…