An Unwanted Host

I was able to silence the voice, when I realized it was my own.

Moment after moment it’s myself I torment.

My mind was a void, but now it’s filled with noise.

Moment after moment I ignore the omens.

Instead I listen to the voice as if i have no choice.

Hour after hour I grow more and more sour.

Spite runs up my spine as the fruit falls from the vine.

Hour after hour it devours my power.

Light struggles to shine as the truth is shrouded by lies. 

Day after day my hope fades away.

I drown the thoughts in dreams, I find what’s sought in scenes. 

Day after day it learns what to say.

The whisper becomes a scream, the listener succumbs to the scheme.