2004-03-13: 11:32 p.m.

Insane

I hear a thousand blended voices
They are all screaming in my ear.
The more I plead to stop these noises
The more I feel their presence near.

Their message is in broken pieces
In a code I could not break
I have to straighten all the creases
Or it is my life they take.

I cover my ears to shut them out
My head is in suffering pain.
But still I hear their deafening shout
I’m afraid I might be insane.