These voices in my head,

Fill me with nothing but dread.

Like thunder in the night,

Filling my mind with chaos, turning wrong into right.

I can never feel alone, 

This anguish is so unknown.

Yet I embrace  their presence, 

Feeling their very essence.

Preluding in my mind,

I hear their cries combined

Filling me with despair,

Leaving me broken beyond repair.

I let these voices be my guide,

For they are always by my side.

They laugh when I cry,

Making me feel so very high.

There is no hope in sight,

I can no longer tell what's wrong and what's right.

They kick and they scream,

as I tear them apart, seam from seam.

Sinking to the bottom of the moat,

They can no longer stay afloat.

Ripping them limb from limb,

forcing them to try and swim.

In harmonious cacophony, they reside,

A symphony of violent thoughts that are yet to be described. 

My soul consumed by bitter hate,

Stealing my dreadful fate.

These voices made me do it, they fill me with fright.

I can no longer tell, is this wrong or is this right?

A gruesome hymn,

Just one more limb.

A scene so terrifying,

A constant terrorizing.

Ripping apart the fabric of disdain,

To seek understanding and not just pain.

There is no remorse,

I need no endorse.

I let these voices guide me, these voices in my mind,

Their violent symphony has left me truly entwined.