Depressive Canticle

"Inside thy mind hides thine canticle," Says the gifted for the chiromanticle. He read my palms with sturdy eyes, And said "Boy, there's another in thy mind." "A voice" he said that "sings you to sleep, And makes you feel that you must weep. For the other in you wants you to feel, Neither joy nor love, of which from you he steals." "What do I do to save myself," I said, "He clearly wants me dead." To which he answered as each 'o his eyes rolled: "Tell him to close his incessent and yammering pie-hole."