A million times I've pulled the trigger

A million times the voices quiver

But every time they come again

They can't be killed, there is no end

Is all then lost...no hope at all

Of course there is, by means so small

From neath the veil of empty soul

The threads of who I am control

Shear will exhorted through the fray

The voices flee as I do and say

That which is right, denying me

My only hope for sanity...my only hope eternally

Will I be them...Or will I be me?

…Jeff Bresee

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