I sit

I sit.
As these demons surround me.
I scream till my lungs are empty.
They say my name
They scream my sins.
Could this be where it all began.
They control my actions.
Speak my words.
I sit.
Their bloodlust rises with every spill.
Yet the blood I spill does not belong to me.
It not belongs to the voices that call for me.
They drink what's left of my blood and soul.
I sit.
The voices grow louder.
Their blood flows more.
I sit