Sincere Sonnet

Part one of five.

Voices in my head, telling me they are all dead, they panic me, tearing apart my sanity. I slit my throat to be with you, not even a scratch does it leave, I can't get away from this realm, my flesh forces me to grieve. Trapped inside a dead vessel, I just want to be set free, until death flows from within, I'll remain humanly.