Alter ego, demons, and muse,
Or merely voices in my head?
Talking to other sides of me,
My incantations raise the dead.
Raise Holy Hell and break my chains.
Live in fear of whispered voices,
Give birth to death, despite the pain.
“They’re not real! They’re not real!”
I break the silence with my scream.
Resist drowning in my nightmare,
Convince myself it’s just a dream.
Anxious, frightened; I am withdrawn –
I keep myself behind these walls.
Safe place, or prison, who can tell?
I wander, lonely, down these halls.
Fighting … fighting … can’t give up now,
I am so close, yet far away.
Quiet! Quiet! Just hush up now,
Want to hear what I have to say.