Voices drumming in his head,
Wanting all his family dead,
Katch em and kill em is what they say,
hurry up without delay,
these voices he just could not fight,
the only way to reach the light,
use a gun or a carving knife,
he must kill to regain his life,
ignore this rule he could not do,
murder them and start anew,
he thought this was the path to take,
he'd murder them whilst not awake,
step to wards their darkened room,
filling the air with mystic gloom,
give up now just use the gun,
this is where the voices won,
a single shot to every head,
a family lay cold and dead,
a tragic event now lies in the past,
but voices await it won't be the last.