Morbid Poetry

Which voice in my head?

Get out of my head
little voice in the corner - little boy in the back who never goes away
with a grin made of
heartache
and that gleam in your eye that
causes so much pain but
I cannot
look away.

Go away little memories
brighter than stars - that made me so happy Then sad
Because parting is such sweet sorrow but
when there's no reason
it is simply
bittersweet
unhappiness.

Little voices to the left
little voices to the right
you're a devil in the mirror or
an angel out of sight
you can never make me fully
understand just what you mean
for be you
angel or devil
remains
to be seen.

The voice
in the center without a face
is one of the few I
do not wish to erase
for whether it be truth or fiction speaking
its honesty is never uplifting
and I
can appreciate that.

Whining voices just beyond
the door of your mind
cry of hunger for sleep and peace and an end no matter the means
cry of thirst for blood and tears and anger
cry of need for better or less or failure or success and
never will they be pleased
For they are the voices of those around you
Playing on
in your head.

Polka dots of starry voices
wish to soothe but never can
for their soothing nature is always
drowned out
by the world's seas
seas of voices playing on
in your head.

Right from wrong
yes from no
to show or not to show;
every decision has a voice
Not to make a choice or tell,
but to nag until you feel your head may swell
simply
from processing it all

and then you jump
you try
and hopefully you don't die

A voice
be it high or low
is filled with grey and shadow
and this voice is mine.
It is all the others in one jumbled mess
every thought you ever had
every feeling you ever felt
every pain and worry and joy and thrill is in there
Of this I am sure.

For a voice is a
piece
of a story
and my mind has
so many.