The voices I hear each night are not the ones of ghosts.
Those ain't the voices of monsters under my bed.
Those are not the voices of dead souls either.
Those are the voices of my battling mind. My mind, which tries to defeat itself, to win.
Those are the voices of the angels, trying to stop the demons from unleashing themselves.
The demons say, "I carry the burden of this dead soul, trapped in this corpse, with a beating heart.
The burden which breaking the back of those innocent angels."