Voices Of Deciet

Its a mocking sound
A poisonous song
Hidden behind pretense

The places this originates from never touched me to begin with.

As I wake to the endless cycles. I cant seem to take it in with ease.

Insensitive, taunting voices chase the mind through silent battlefields.

Boundaries never reaching far enough. Leading with the wrong intentions.

Giving away the power I possess, and the night sky is no longer visible.

Reaching slowly for a desired freedom, reason disguised in a paradox.

Taking control in madness alone, becoming a sense of justified fear.

Undeserving of twisted complexity. I take back the truth and give it life!

-Isha.Ethera

Reviews

[Matt]

This piece is inspiring, I like you're writing style. I'm not much of an expert so I can't really give you any constructive criticism.