Cranium

Echo/quake/reverb.

There are whispers in my ears,
Demons, inside my head
A hissing gale of Pandemonium
Threatens to overcome everything I've done
Down the pills
But the debate worsens
And they beckon me still
I'm beginning to lose myself again
(If I've ever recovered at all)
The pieces are harder to find
So I'll try something new, this time,
Down the cyanide
I'll take silence in sin

Reviews

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how to review a piece like this.. it is well written but also so powerful in content.. the musings of a mind tired of the illness that plagues it.. I am moved..