this voice i hear, I'm never without. i second guess every word and I'm filled with self doubt. i try to ignore or forget what he shouts. but he never grows bored and never gives out. when i start to do good, and his influence dims. he lowers his voice and starts whispering sins. like what i should crave, and how life is so grave. he chisels away at my heart and my brain. till sooner or later he drives me insane. although i know he isn't real. i cant just imagine these things that i feel. And what i have come to find. that I'm alone in this world. but not in my mind