A Friendly Voice

An old voice whispers within,

Between my ears, a whisper,

My mind the location of origin,

It spoke about her, said 'never'.

I believed not the voice within,

The words said, echo in my head,

The voice seeks death to ambition,

It said, This path will see you dead.

The voice found itself ignored,

An Angel, armed with a spell,

As if taught to her by the lord,

Her spell, enchanted me well.

The voice knew it was too late,

My penance, seems its silence,

The voice seemed content to wait,

My disobedience, robbed my sense.

As the voice erupted in laughter,

It broke the spell, to show my hell,

I saw myself being led to slaughter,

The cliff of hell, led here by the Angel.

As I stepped away with a step back,

A whip of smoke, from clouds it broke,

As the lash unleashed a thunder crack,

Blood soak, as the voice again spoke.

"There is no angel, there never was,"

My heart turned to smoke, the voice spoke,

"there's no salvation, there never was."

I felt it as my mind broke, no energy to even choke.