The voices
crawl the corridors
of my brain
they stain
the walls
with their handprints of
mockery
and obscenities
and the screaming
amplifies through the
vents
of my mind
it pierces the
swollen air
so high pitched
I hear it and howl.

I have tried
to prey on these
voices
to lock them
and box them
but they are
now all I know
in my little home
that should they leave
the silence
will scare me.