The sound pushes out of my headthey’re all talking again.
Their words…were they real?
The talking gets louder like,
metal banging on metal.
I shake my head, try to get them out
Part my lips, begin to shout.
were those words an illusion?
morphed by delusion
And yet… part of me doesn’t want to be sane
I enjoy the freedom in insanity
I’ll never know loneliness as long as I listen to my head