Slave

These voices in my head
They have no end
They sing their little songs
And play their little games

Their songs
of sweet sacrifice
Peirce through my thoughts
like a velvet red knife

Their games
of lust and hate
leave a burning sensation
like that of blazing flames

I need them to leave me
to end this final war
I fear if they do not
I'll be left distraught

The knowledge of whats right and wrong
Whats good and bad
Whats white and black
I no longer possess

I've lost all control now
I give in to their requiest
I'll be their slave
And you can burry me in the grave
I've chosen to be mine