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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.



An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

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