They speak to me each one
with there own plan, my
voice struggling to be heard.

Will I know after a while,
which is mine and which are
those that speak with there
own plan.

My mind vast, but will madness
sufficate me, these voices that are
heard whispering in the back of
my mind.

Will they let me be, or will I end up
with the madness that is slowly
consuming me.

My mind and the voices that
were once quite, seem to have it
in for me, unwanted voices I am
never alone, like a virus they are
consuming me.