Voices

All these demons in my soul
Tryna sneak temptation into my brain
Whispering things so my eyes may never see the light of day again
Not knowing what to say or do
So I keep myself away from you
I’d rather let these bad thoughts bleed out
As though it were a stuffed pig with its throat slit
These thoughts fit my brain
As perfect as an oven mitt fits a hand trying to protect itself
These thoughts wrap around my brain comfortably 
Pitter pattering in my eardrums to get a reaction from me
Maybe I could make it end
Or maybe I should tell a friend.