the voices scratch at the paint work
Of my soul, these voice howling
in my mind gazing at the stars of
Confusion above my head.

Can a thought swim in tongues
Of obscuring waves, sink or swim
With no buoyancy as voices pull
At my body and at my mind.

I walk on puzzlement, shards of
Thought bleed under foot. I read
My last moments of sanity as they
Evaporate and all now I have left.