Listen

Listen to my voices
Helping me with my choices

They don't like one word answers
The word, no, to them is cancerous

Exploding ear drums
That may be next to come

The truth may surprise you
The voices may deny you

The cops may find you
The lights may blind you

Their sirens you can't hear
The hot nights that are hard to bare

Wading across the creek so shallow
Creeping over the ground, so hallowed

Through the switchgrass and the mud
You can barely see your clothes are covered in blood

You should be locked up for good
What did you do?
Find out, you probably should

Ask yourself if it was a body slain
Or was just your friend and her menstrual pains

Find yourself and learn all the facts 
Or suffer your choice by the executioners axe