Voices

Aug 15, 2004 20:07

Dear Prongs

I sit watching,
Small rays of light
Filter in
From the night

The Lone lamppost
Flickering, how unkind
Hurting my head
As I try push it from my mind

The voice in the back of my mind,
Won’t go away
Mentally draining me,
It’s here to stay

Thoughts of insanity
Paranoia seeping through
Controlling my mind
There’s nothing I can do

It’s just another drug
Just like nicotine, I’m intoxicated
But mere words from your sweet mouth
Have me fixated

The voice in the back of my mind,
Won’t go away
Mentally draining me,
It’s here to stay
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