A Voice of His Own
A Voice of his Own
They stay inside his mind
Direct his every move without flaw
Trying to fight them, he is powerless
He does what they say, he says what they tell
Not even he knows who he might have been,
Without them.
Nobody sees what he sees.
Nobody can hear what he hears.
Desperation is taking its toll on him
Impossible is to ignore them
Mesmerizing
Tantalizing
They Are everything to him, but he still attempts escape
In his sleep he hears their scornful whispers
When he wakes it is of their painful cries
The pills only hurt, and they only hurt him
Agony in this padded room
He shrieks and tries to shut them out
It only makes them louder
He can't block out what is glued inside his mind
He wishes he could pray to God
Too bad, he doesn't have one
But how would you pray with your arms strapped down?
And how can you think when you can't hear yourself?
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