Sometimes, I lose myself.
I lose myself to all the voices,
they just make so many noises.
They all seem to be screaming,
some tell me I'm dreaming.
Whispers come from every corner,
Screams from every mourner.
Always talking all at one time,
Maybe that's why I can barely rhyme.
You have to scream to get me to notice you,
For I can barely hear myself break through
They pound around inside my skull,
it seems to make me rather dull.
A thousand miles away,
empty,
just
gone.