I speak, they speak, and we speak to me.
I full of unrest and deprived of life.
Our head is a painful, voice filled sea,
And my body is an endless war of strife.
Oh woe is the cursed one who treads the Earth,
And cursed is he to point out his sin,
For the voice of voices ever since birth
Have been growing stronger within.
Do you know the voice on earth and mind,
Birthed from the voices of my head and Hell?
No, you do not, for they're intertwined
With a monster that hates to dwell.
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Words Now Spoken
PoesiaThis is a book filled with poems...heartfelt poems, and... other poems. Things to be read, and... things I wish I said. Read if you dare. I dare you.
