Villanelle for the Sick

I’m driven by the voices inside my head,
I am tormented by them in everlasting disgrace.
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead).
In the dawn of night, he lies after a chase.
For he was caught by death’s cold embrace.
I’m driven by the voices inside my head.
Another victim, a knife is drawn, the blood runs red.
I discriminate neither by gender nor race,
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead).
For crimson is her tomb, her bed.
A look of surprise upon her pretty face.
I’m driven by the voices inside my head.
Her tongue silenced, dying words go unsaid.
Her crown lost, for I have a tendency to misplace.
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead).
I know not when this bloodlust will be fed,
I walk towards another town, another place.
I’m driven by the voices inside my head.
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead).
Category:Poetry
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Dismemberment
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