Hole in my head


Voices with demons in them fuck about inside my brain.

Would have been easier if they were shouting in my heart,

The  caverns of my heart would have dissipated those voices,

But the walls of my head just echoes them back.


I don’t have the time for them now

And I am afraid that when I will it would be too late.


Or don’t help. I don’t think something can be done from the outside

What I hear can’t be heard from the outside.

Day after day, night after night, they bounce around and fuck with my balance.

My inner peace is messed up that I fear I will lose direction of right and wrong.

I gotta push through though, gotta make a hole in my head, so they can leave.

They don’t wanna be there either, they don’t wanna hear themselves either.


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