A Moonlit Street

Waking down a moonlit street,
In a body that’s not my own,
Every time in run away,
I’m never really alone,
The voices follow me,
Where ever I go,
God no’s I try to block them out,
But they get louder ever time,
From a wiper to a shout,
My head feels like it’s caving in,
I no the voices are there to teas,
Take her kill her make her bleed
I can’t stop the voices,
I what to run in to pure sun light,
And make the voices go away,
I sit and watch the sun light days,
Slowly drift away.