Prisoner of Voices

They sit in their loudness waiting for me
a hostage all too familiar
they come and go whenever they please
leaving behind no prisoners

just fear, anxiety, and a broken soul
fighting for breathe between seconds.
The thoughts run round and round and round
losing me in their prescense

They are warriors you see and the war is never over
no other land do they believe is theirs
they control; true tyrants, master to slave
stripping my being to bare

They shout and scream and force me to hide
my sore soul not capable of hiding
The faith they've fractured from day to day
make me want to stop trying.
Crying.

I am alone in this dream
my battle of mind waiting for shear normalcy
to die in the moonlight
thoughts are like weapons
leaving behind no artistry

and sanity to me is forever anew
while the war of the voices goes on
I am weak from the racing, exhausted with the chasing
but know that I must fight on.

Then the silence hits
wings spring from my back
and lift me beyond my mortality
Oh, I know one day they'll come again
but thank the Gods for a little sanity

and I know it will end
someday
unforeseen
it ends because it has too.

The voices,
the cries,
the fears and the lies

the schizophrenic break of this mindfool.