The Voices
Looking around I wonder if what I see is truly there.
If the things you lead me to believe are true;
Listening half-heartedly to conversations I wonder if what I am hearing is just the sounds of the dead
Dead thoughts
Dead dreams
Chained to the past
I'm hooked on the future
But the twisted cobwebs of my mind obstruct my view
The voices in my head whisper
Sweet nonsense that I can't help but to believe
(louder louder louder)
I try to block them out
But they're so close
Whispering
(louder, Louder, Louder)
Make them stop!
My head throbs
My hands shake
The first perfect line comes, sharp and stinging
They, the voices, the whispers, like it; they chant
(Louder, Louder, LOUDER!)
I sit there looking at my work
The perfect lines marring my skin
I watch mesmerized as these crimson teardrops stain the tiles red
Savoring the pain as it makes the mental images go away
And the voices keep coming
LOUDER, LOUDER, LOUDER!
STOP!
My mind goes numb at the absence of the voices
Like the barren trees falling in the forest
My mind collapses in on its self
Naked and alone
I wait there
Waiting to slip over the edge of the cliff I'm standing on
Slipping over into the inky blackness as the voices start whispering again
louder, louder, louder
and these crimson tear drops stain my skin red