Voices In My Head

Whisper

It calls to me, whispering inside my head, trying to gain control of me and the knowledge I have. Its voice cool, like smoke, filling in the spaces in my head and meeting me at every turn. Never backing down and tirelessly working day and night to find that crack and break it. Hammering it down through my body and eventually consuming me. Sometimes it's voice wavers from a whine to a growl and back again like a wild animal. I know not to be fooled by is magnetic voice, which pulls me in only to smash me on the ground trying to break me. When the day is kind to me and I get any sleep, I sometimes laugh at it, marveling at how much control it has over me and how much I fight against it. When I think I have wrangled it to the ground it always has someway to pull me down with it, knocking me back to the start. Like a virus, it spreads to any unlucky soul who comes in contact with me, latching onto their consciousness and tearing them down. That is why I sit here, in the loft, looking out of the lone window and struggling to not give up.