{If you read my other book 'SINS' then here's a heads up. Some of the poetry here will refer to that story. This is basically some of what Lucifer feels and experiences in the next coming chapter. This technically counts as a spoiler (but not really) so read at your own risk.} 

I hear them. The voices are telling me unsavory things. But I don't fear them, because they're just the same as me. They make me adhere to them. I'm often caught up in their schemes. I'm the dominant, but they think otherwise so it seems. I try to make it clear to them, but they don't understand so I scream.

It's always so hard to discriminate the truth and the lies. I think it's true when they say "trust only leads to demise." Cause every time I trust someone another close to me dies. There's nothing subtle about it. Keeps taking me by surprise. They remind me of when my sister "left'. I can still hear my mother's cries. The saying goes 'I love her to death'. I can't stand we couldn't say our goodbye's. What's worse I saw her in a dream; blood running from her eyes. "Moma. We were not meant for the flies.  

These voices are still here. I'm starting to go berserk. I'd say I'm going crazy, but i'd have to be sane for that to work. They keep telling me about my past and honestly I'm starting to feel the hurt. I know I'm a failure, but they say I'm lower than dirt. 

"For anyone who's listening, there's no point in my existence. Maybe if I end it all now I'll start a resistance"

TO BE CONTINUED~