We are the voices in his head
We speak to him of the dead
Telling him of other twisted realities
Of the things we wish to speak
Every second of every day
They are always chattering away
They tell me so many things
They speak of murders, long lost loves
Sometimes I wish I could just give them a hug
Other times they torture me
Refusing to let me be
Until I write down their pain
It comes across quite often as twisted verse
Let me assure you most of it’s them
Needing to tell you what they think
Pushing me to the brink
Rarely letting me get any sleep!
We are the voices in his soul
Quite often making him lose control
We bang on the doors from other realities
Compelling him to tell our twisted tales
I wonder half the time
Am I just losing my mind?!
Why the hell would you compell me
To write your living hell?!
Quite often people read
They probably think I’m crazy
I write every poem, every rhyme
All the pain like I’m the one twisted inside
Ironically, I never feel more alive
Than when I’m weaving nightmares & twisted dreams
Telling people about their pain
Their twisted suffering!
We are the voices, we take control
We compell him to speak the madness we reap!
Toying with his mind
Making him feel our plight
We need to be heard, each and every verse
Do you know what it’s like while they crawl inside your mind?!
There is no line, they just bang away
Till one of them gets through, tells me what to say
Claiming they want the world to understand their pain!
Why didn’t you let us in?
Shall we begin?
MY STORY IS MORE FUCKED UP THAN THE LAST!
LISTEN TO THE TALE OF MY TWISTED PAST!
We are the voices from within
Telling him our sins
Compelling him madly to write what we speak.
She speaks, I’ve come with good news
So sit back, relax your mind
I’m here now so they will all go away
Let go of all their pain
Listen to me and relax your brain
I’ll take over, it’ll be fine
Together we will make sense
Of all their mad ramblings!
She speaks, telling our twisted realities
Granting him some peace
Telling you all of our sufferings
So shall we begin?
Dear reader I think you should know
Black Winters denizens only want to bare their souls
Showing you another world, parallel to your own
A twisted reality all its own
Have you ever wanted to be heard?
I know , it sounds absurd!
Were you not glad when someone let you lose control
Let it all go?
If I promised to hear all you needed to speak
A promise kept eternally
Would you not tell me all?
Release the burdens on your soul?
Gain blissful peace?
We are the voices in your head
We give you inspiration
We come from other realities
Through every writer we speak
Will you read the tales we bring?
-The Mad Writers Journal #2: They Speak Of Suffering-