Condensation of voices in the rain.
Rust to form on curves, face draining.
Bucket duct drip displaced.
Withering hopeless and helpless.
Vile attacks from vision of vice.
Beauty’s flight back.
Glorious… Stray thought.
Not of own mind owned.
By so many voices.
Own voice, plugged and disconnected.
Voice, edited, echoing…
Mind vibration masturbation.
Send them away! I will NOT.
Power raised by their council.
Voices drive the dagger of joyful insanity.
Washing me dirty with their shower,
Pouring down on this emptiness within.
Surveying what should be concealed.
Survive the prying eyes.
See the sea of words and phrases within we.
Without word by sound sensation without mind creation.
Barrier and walls, voices, all.
Within our own head… so what is no one hears.
Whispered words, conversations, incognito.
Fear of inner dialogue.
View focus by camera picture.
Seething at I in the eye of I.
Beyond truth and purpose.
Zeroing in on words drifting on shadows.
A calming rage overtakes neurons with silent musings.
Slow drizzling on rain drenched shores of personality.
Reigns of control, broken.
Resolve perished… worry, fear, inward retreat.
Heat of heart grows silent…
Heart of the matter that is the Beast Within.
I, now, embrace us once more.
Slain are the cages of demons.
Who will be next on the hit list?