whis, whisp, whispering
sibulantly
soulfully
in my
ear
the deep darkness
speaks to the
kindred lost
inside the
synapses
break free
breakfree
she is a
broken
thing
but
still
my heart
holds strong
against the desire
for madness to reign
it is a
battle
fought long
and desperately hard
each and every moment
i prevail, the voices
only, whisper now -
once they were clarion
bells, ringing loud and long
i prevail
and will be
sane soon.
sane, soon
i will be
prevail i will...i will...
this is an old piece over
12 years old, found it today.
was from when i had a nervous breakdown
and was in hospital undergoing treatment.