I’m sitting on my nanas swing listing to humming birds wings
But now I’m sitting on a curb of a highway.
The wind blows and the cool breeze is whispering
There is a gunshot herd in the distance that frightens me into a startling jump.
Just silently it is whispering what is going to happen next.
They are awake, the voices in my head
I can hear the words whispering very quiet at to not scare you
There back and now I am in trouble
Blowing my hair out of the way
The male voices tell me to lay in the highway
So I can hear what they say
I lay in the road and am engulfed in flames
Now I can hear it say…
The voices where not men, or fake, or just imaginary
They were demons sent by the devil.