Lyretry

my post (14) (2)

I am one
You are two
I held the gun
And you walked me through

There is someone in my head
But it is not me
Steady judgments I am fed
He relentlessly and quickly begins to lead

These voices grow stronger
Each horrifying night
Disobey I can no longer
I am afraid I just might

The shot has been fired
What have I done?
He pushed me as if desired
My death had begun

As the crimson blood flowed
We blinked in dismay
Everything he showed
Is ending today

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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