That Which Should Not Be Heard

I hear something.

No, you don’t.

They’re telling me something good though.

Not for your ears.

Listen to me, for I am your thought.

Trust not those whom words tell tales of light,

Of hope, for they are filled with lies!

I’ll trust you; I wish not to be blinded.

 

The world is becoming crowded.

So be it.

There are many whose thoughts are akin to my own.

They are not!

They dig graves with treachery and deceit.

They’ll coddle you, than smother you!

So what am I to do for company?

You have me.

And you can trust me.

I expect it to be so.

But I shall remain with some contact,

For I wish not to be alone.

 

The others, they’ve begun to question me.

How so?

I do not know. Only with glares do they question.

How dare they?!

To treat you as such deserves equal response!

But should I not try and learn why?

Nonsense. Why is not the question.

There is no question, just the answer.

Push back in all your might!

None shall see you under the same light!

Absolutely! They’ll pay for their actions!

 

They’ve begun to view me more harshly.

What has occurred?

They’ve said such heinous words!

And act as if my soul is theirs to hurt.

Such treachery! Do they not enjoy your very being?!

These actions have gone on long enough!

I am all you need! They have proven it!

Do as I’ve said, and push!

Have at them with no mercy.

They’ll surely learn.

Your words speak only truth! May the lord watch,

As I mend these broken minds!

 

What have I done?

Only a cleansing.

NO! I’ve taken lives!

So be it.

They mattered not to begin with.

THEY HAD FAMILY!

All have a family! One death leaves not even a stain!

Such cruelty. Such coldness.

How could you?

You let out your feelings and now put blame upon me?

I am you!

You are not! I am not a murderer.

I am a victim of your influence.

Your malevolent way.

Do not lie to yourself child,

I am your thoughts, you were always a murderer.

Even before the murder occurred.

LIES! ALL OF IT!

I’M NOT A MURDERER!

The fact remains, and your hands,

They’ll forever remain stained.

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