To my mind appears strange and devilish apparitions
Phantoms of sight and touch and sound
Adding to the weight of my fear and contrition
Reverberating in ghostly philharmonics all around
Sometimes they sing, rejoice exultant
Bearing aloft the awesome truth
At times their manners are errant, truant
And they squash me with cold, judgmental hoof
At times they push me to the brink of tears
At times I'm dancing with joy in the street
They are the source of my pain and fears
But the source of my dreams so sweet
     O voices, are you evil or kind
     Do you reflect duality of my mind