Screaming voices will my soul
Tossing and turning
To nightmares untold.
Powerful hands grab my thighs,
A memory that refuses to die.
Laughing voices fill my ears
They're laughing so loud
That I cannot hear.
Unable to think, I shake my head
I only wish that they were dead.
The night is eerie,
The lights are dull,
I'm kept awake here
By the voices in my skull.
These voices want to kill,
These voices want to hurt.
Too bad they belong to me,
My lack of control is like
Wind in the dirt.
Please tell me what you think
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"Screaming voices will my soul
Tossing and turning
To nightmares untold.
Powerful hands grab my thighs,
A memory that refuses to die."
First stanza is a poem by itself.
I love this.
Love all your work... but especially love this one.
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