The voices in my head
Feed on the music in my ears
Untill all that remains is the sound of my own voice
Streaming from an empty throat
Screaming raw in the silence
Unable to fill the well that remains
Void of all the good it should hold
The air heavy with all the un-good that floats
Careless and carefree from ear to ear
Turning once happy music to a dirge.
We come full circle
The voices are silent
And only sound remains.