Are you Ready?

I whisper the words to myself,
One day everything will be ok,
That these tears will soon stop,
Either tomorrow or the next day,

I convince myself,
Everything is perfect,
That I'll come out fine,
And in time I will reflect,

Though it always comes back,
The memories and haunting fantasies,
Of thoughts to explicit to reveal,
The things you only see in dark dreams,

I call to a God that does not exist,
I offer all I have to take away the pain,
And each night I receive no answers,
But more voices out calling my name,

Join us they chant come cover us,
We offer heartfelt hands,
Dipped in the blood of your choice,
And cut to fit your demand,

Join us and you can do as you please,
Play with knifes, stab your enemies,
Kill innocent children,
You're the living devil to be free,

Wish upon a star down it will come,
To take away this pain you feel,
To fix your mistakes, erase your memories,
Take away your body, to endlessly heal,

The thoughts of Satan surround us all,
The voices whisper to everyone's ear,
Are you ready to kill?
If not, I volunteer.

[I'm not sure where I was going with this, one thing just lead to another]

Wrote on July 5th, 2006
©Samantha Jayne Reed