The Stranger

I can hear her, her voice is very clear.
She whispers in the dark telling me not to fear.

She tells me to let go of all thats wrong.
Its like a gentle lullaby, a blissful song.

As her voice floats around me i start to hear her more and more.
Like listening to a shell found upon the shore.

The angel-like voice was telling me there was one thing left to do.
It was almost like making a deal with the devil, this couldnt be true.

She told me she could help me end it all and it would be okay.
I wouldnt have to worry, not for one more day.

I couldnt just ignore her, for i had grown to like her innocence.
But the more and more i thought about it, this all didnt make much sense.

Where did she come from and how did she know me?
I was to blind with fear that i couldnt see.

It was crazy this world i had suddenly fallen into.
So i just figured I would have to make do.

So I walked around grabbing the sharp little object fully aware.
That I was about to give up and do what i thought i wouldnt dare.

Her voice got stronger as i got weaker and i tried to fight.
thinking i could make everything alright.

I was half scared to death of that voice that was once so clever.
while i held that razor in my hand that would leave scars forever.

But all ofa sudden when i decided to give up and let her win.
i realized that it wasnt worth it to do that deadly sin.

Especially when i thought about it while sitting in my bed i was starting to see
That the voice i had thought was some stranger, happened to just be me.