For so long, I've denied,
visions in my sight,
voices in my mind,
my mental parasites.
I listen every day,
but say that I can't hear
the chorus of the fray
that whispers in my ears.
And now and then I'll see
the faces of my friends
that I have never met.
Perhaps, I've reached wit's end?
But no, It's in my head.
I know this much is true,
so I hang on by a thread,
and pray it will be
Throughout the days and nights
I push those things aside.
Each moment is a struggle,
each obstacle I
Hiding from the visions,
dancing through my head,
I feel that I'm losing touch,
and can't feel what's really there.
So maybe even now,
I'm falling away again,
as voices whisper sweet painful words,
and I scream with their tones,
and the world turns,
and I stay still,
and fall, and fall again.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
For so long, I've denied,
visions in my sight,
voices in my mind,
my mental parasites.
I listen every day,
but say that I can't hear
the chorus of the fray
that whispers in my ears.
And now and then I'll see
the faces of my friends
that I have never met.
Perhaps, I've reached wit's end?
But no, It's in my head.
I know this much is true,
so I hang on by a thread,
and pray it will be
Throughout the days and nights
I push those things aside.
Each moment is a struggle,
each obstacle I
Hiding from the visions,
dancing through my head,
I feel that I'm losing touch,
and can't feel what's really there.
So maybe even now,
I'm falling away again,
as voices whisper sweet painful words,
and I scream with their tones,
and the world turns,
and I stay still,
and fall, and fall again.
