They whisper
And shout
Being sinister
Drowning me with doubt
Screaming in satisfaction
They are the Devil’s smile
Loving my reaction
Always vile
In the dark
When the stars come out
And fairy tales and dreams embark
My thoughts decide they would rather shout
Repeating my regrets
What makes my face red
That no one actually forgets
The rumors continue to spread
At night,
Laying in bed
Hell continues its fight
Sleep I do dread
Tears rolling down my face
Pain throbbing in my head
Wishing my heart to stop its pace
I am already dead
