I hear voices.
Voices that make me do things.
Voices which sounds so familiar,
Familiar yet unknown.
Voices telling me who I really am.
A path, to me, it has shown.
A walking paradox,
It says I am.
Sometimes too loud,
Sometimes unclear.
It whispers in my ear every night,
That Lucifer himself would rise to reap my soul,
For it is so dark that it makes the demons fright.
Those voices make me restless,
But brings me peace as well.
I hear voices.
In me it dwells.
-Abhishek Gupta