I hear your voice
It is inside my head
Too long have I listened
My emotions now withered and dead
Still your droning whisper wraps around my mind
A waning moon hangs low in the sky
The frost sparkles in the deepest blue
And here in the stillness with your voice I lie
What can quiet this voice so strong
What can I do to rid myself of you
Will I ever be free from this internal tyranny
I hear it even though we are through
So many months have passed
Yet there you exist
That grating voice
My you do persist
