Schizophrenic

I hear voices in my head, 

They whisper prophesies- 

And of wondrous epiphanies. 

Blow on the trumpet, they said

 The dawn is coming

And so will the stars appear.

Their laughs, thunderous

Upon my earthly ears

Shook me with remorse.

Will it and it shall be done.

The torment is little

If only you listen, they taunt.

Gravity has befallen, 

My world tilts, and the voices

Become the center of my universe. 

Collect my eyes and place them upon my palms.

I am blinded-

But the voices will guide me.

Do not touch me!

The voices, they own me. 

They wouldn't like that. 

Can't you hear them too? 

The stories they tell, the songs they sing

Their monstrous taunting. 

To run would be a wasted task, 

They are buried deep within-

They live into the depths of my mind. 

Is it daybreak yet?

The voices had started to subside-

Their laughs turn to a reverent whisper. 

The voices, they slowly leave

Taking my eyes with them. 

They might have seen the sun rise- 

But I never will. 

Author's Note

No. This is not about schizophrenia.