Voices

That single word echoing

through the mind housing this madness

like an angry pinball

set afire

by the miserable deeds come and gone

to haunt me in my wake

and always sleep.

The whispers

that slowly deteriorate my

sanity

to break me down

to the sobs of mercy upon the dust

that's all I am by now.

Lord, make them stop!

The screams!

They pound heavy in my heart,

Until the numb takes me away

from the reality

that is no longer reality

but a parallel madness.

Equal to the bodies

upon which this earth piled

for nothing but worldly gain

that will turn to ash, infinitely.

MAKE,

THEM,

STOP!

Silence...