the voices they ring inside of me
tiny voices
droplets collecting on spiders weaves

little voices
like howls in war or dancing snares
little voices
of loved ones,,,,  gone that are always there
little motion
of poetry that speaks to me
i guess you know that
its beyond the things the eye can see

when all else fails
i turn to love

still dont know why in hell
i shove myself into a tiny locker
when im mad dont know
why the **** i bother

thiis is hell
the song i hear but cannot touch
taste and smell
the ******* feeling that i cant give up
mine as well
be victim to its frozen clutch
this end i say
this end i say its,,,,  to much,,,,, enough