Night Falls At Sunrise

Voices

Now here we are again, the voices and I, the voices and me,
Each time I start to believe I am better they start again.
Speaking the pain speak, darkening the portal with echoes of undoing.
Showing again who is in charge indeed!
You thought I was well; didn't you? Well I am as well as I am.
You can't see their aura, they stay transparent and sinister.
Creeping in the recess to drive me mad...
Or have they already delivered me to delirium?
And you and all the rest just maniacal imaginings?
I can't sort through the haze. Am I here or am I there?
I hear you, but are you, you? Or another voice to trick
And deceive me?
What craziness has conquered me? Am I really talking to you?
Or reciting madness to myself in a darkened room?
And will I ever know...
And if I find the answer...
Who would really be saying it to me?


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