the howl of voices have left  my head
they are now residing.......under my bed
in the deep of night...i hear them plan
my mind they keep
some how they can...
i fight these voices every night
my brain it swirls...with shock and fright
i know it when i lose the battle
my bed post starts....to shake and rattle
i hear them laugh and whisper stuff
i close my eyes...and sigh a huff
i drift to sleep...at least i think
the voices have given some relief
in sixteen hours it will happen again
the nightmares start...will they ever end
i heard em say...there here to stay
you are our host......come what may
when i finally wake to the sun of morn
my brow still wet..from the night before
i think out loud to much dismay
i lived to see
another day.......

Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
****
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.