Another Inner Anaconda

There is a voice in my head, it's filling my soul with dread. I can't fathom what it just said- For I think it wants me dead... So I shrink to the back of the room- clenching tightly in my hands- a broom. My paranoia is in control, it has shaken me to the soul. Yet I don't know where to go- Oh my head, it hurts me so, for the voice won't let me go I clear my mind of all this- hoping for it to leave me alone Yet still I can hear it's hiss- pulling me from the safety zone To rid my mind of the voice, I wish it was a matter of choice. And I scrunch my eyes in pain, in agony I have lain. Like I'm surrounded in acid rain- no this cannot happen again