fighting my demons

every day I struggle with my darkness
 

thy shall not kill
 

while having my insides all torn apart
 

what if I kill
 

and the voices keep screaming in my head
 

yes, do it, kill
 

it echoed while I was holding a knife
 

once again I took an innocent life

 

Octave Poem
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince