Voice

This voice. This is madness, isn’t it? Sense niggles, though logic is lost I can hear its cries But it shouts louder And it won’t let go All these unheard echoes That haunt my head I give in for a little while And it eases…for a little while So I slip my mask back on … More Voice

Half There

Reflection askew on a dirty pane Eyes lost amongst the tracks outside The familiar chugging of the train Such a normal scene, but pain resides Circling like vultures round the corpse Plucking thoughts like the decay of flesh All that is real and good in life warps In a hideous maze, in an endless mesh … More Half There