There was a street in the middle of nowhere,
That belonged to someone made of nothing.
Do this, do that,
The voices chatter in someone’s head.
Decisions are overwhelming,
Yet, you chose to create new enemies.
Lives are lost, and Death always wins.
Follow your heart,
Do what is right,
Live by today’s standards.
Do you constantly listen to the voices?
Chaos is a new found friend,
And rules defeat the purpose of another.
I heard that the voices said something odd,
And it has always been with you and will always be,
In your mind.
For what are the voices saying
That has you in such fear?