A collection of original poems.

Janice and Blake, two serial killer siblings, decide that maybe now is the time to finally tell their story, their whole story. Excerpt: "I might be their father, but these are not my kids," Ryan snapped. "They're another man's past. They don't matter to anyone. Now I suggest you treat them like the garbage they are or get the hell out of my house." Deathly silence fell over us. He never cared... A strange voice in my head murmured. 'Why should we stay?' Another voice replied. 'He doesn't love you like we do...' Voices piled into my head. I counted seven in total, with their harsh yet alluring words coaxing me towards them. I could see Royce and my father chatting casually, past all the malevolence and into a new light. Blake had a worried look on his face and whispered something into my ear. I couldn't hear him over the seven voices in my head. Six argued for blood and violence, and a singular soft voice begged for peace. Their noise grew steadily, overwhelming my brain with a bombardment of thought. 'He hurts you...why do you stay?...we'll show you the way...our way will set you free...you can bring Blake if you please...come with us...We'll give you a little Clarity.'