I hear voices
Sounds, shouts, screams
Sometimes mellow
Soothing enough to have me lay
At times thumping, rocking
Nerve racking
It feels as cracking my cranium
But the breaking gets me up
Letting my brain flow out juices
That bleed onto this paper
Am shaking
The words channeled through are tremendous
I can’t get to choose properly
Am afraid of being arrested
And charged with misuse of words
But the juice is blotting the paper
Crying
Are there any deprived out there?
The blood is too much, I need a bank
But I won’t donate
The voices, the juice, the words, the blood…..
Lay me in a fantasy
Ecstasy, I can’t stop
Please hold me, am loosing it
But yeah; I am words, they can’t stop it.
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