The Evil Voice

• Erika Salmon, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

As the shadows creep
And the night weeps
A faint light is seen in my heart
It speaks so soft it speaks so sweet
I am mesmerised by its voice
It tells me to do such evil things
But I cannot look away
I cannot stop listening
It has finished speaking
And I finally turn
But it’s taken over me
I go to do the evil tasks
Screams surround me
As they plunge into
The never-ending darkness of death
The voice gets stronger
I cannot stop
It rages inside me like an angry bull
I cannot undo what has been done
But I can make sure it stops
I still have some control of my left arm
But it is limited
I pick up a butchers knife
And shove it into my heart
I feel weak
And searing pain in my chest
The voice screams
As it’s host dies
It tries to escape but fails
My last words were
I have done my duty
As my final tear rolls down my cheek
I lay down and die