When the dark voices come, <br /> <br />Sharp shadows run, <br /> <br />Black and bloody through my mind. <br /> <br />My heart is ripped from my soul, <br /> <br />My eyes are gouged, <br /> <br />My blindness whole, <br /> <br />I am lost to human kind, <br /> <br />Impaled upon impenetrable brambled despair, <br /> <br />I grow my beard, <br /> <br />I drink and stink, <br /> <br />I sit and stare, <br /> <br />At the evil within, <br /> <br />At the horrors that crawl my skin, <br /> <br />At all that I have seen, <br /> <br />At all that I have been, <br /> <br />And I wait, <br /> <br />Until the kind voices come round once more.<br /><br />Anthony Di'anno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dark-voices-come/
