the voices

As I mix the water inside my bag of meth.
a little voice speaks to me inside my head.
I am your prison you'll never be free.
you can try to run but I'll be the one to remove your spleen.
he talks in tounges I sit think and try to understand.
I give up thinking as I suck the drug up.
I position the syringe in my hand.
I look up into the limitless sky ask myself why.
I see the flashbacks of my past and the present of my life.
I stop stare and wonder why my girl is about to cry.
she is confused and scared.
but she finally accepts that she will never know why.
she turns away walks away prays to the devil.
and asks what has he done to pay in such a cruel way.