Echoes unheard.
Echoes of voices.
Echoes of voices so distinct and clear,
Do speak to me.
They urge me
Quarrel with me
And nudge at me.
You hear them not but I do them hear.
Kill! Kill!
They speak to me.
Collect litter
Become bitter
Shout
They udge me.
Laugh weirdily
Chase madily
Shout loudly
The voices do say.
I cannot sleep
Am in the deep
Of voices that do weep.
They mourn
Cry
And scream
Demanding my attention.
Am beyond help
I have passed reason
Am insane
Yes, raving mad.
These voices!
These echoes!
They want me dead.
Sometimes
They whisper sweet nothings
But not always.
That is when I laugh
And laugh
And laugh
But not always.
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