Mass Hysteria

The Voices the Voices They won't shut up Screaming and shouting Banging on the walls Distortion of vision Clouded with racing thoughts Blurry eyed he walks Straight into a trap He starts to shout Everything the voices say To which some are good But others are truly insane Hammer down inside his head For when the voices awake Terror fills his heart Gnawing at any shred of hope Though when the voices are silent Calm waves flow gently In the mind of whom Is slightly crazy

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