This is the voice.

I’m waiting

So restless in bed

I just can’t

Get out of my head

The voices

Tear me to pieces

The questions

Lead me to weakness

I want to

Find a place I can run to

But a darkness that pulls at me

Keeps me from breaking free

This is the thought that pushes me around

(On my knees, do as you please)

This is the fear that haunts me in my dreams

(No escape, it’s written on my face)

This is the hope that keeps you hanging on

(Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow’s unknown)

I sleep

But I count all the shadows

Of doubts

That leave me so hollow

A promise

To avenge this injustice

The answer

That led me to nowhere

Will fuel the fires

That burn inside of me

This is the voice of the living dead

(I’m ok, but I’m not ok)

This is the silence when you try to scream

(Lost my words, lost my worth)

This is the death of everything you’ve known

(Obsolete, today is no relief)

Yesterday! I was everything

Today! I’m a bleeding king

Now! I am temporary, cautionary, ordinary fucking story.

This is the voice.

This is the voice.

This is the voice of everything.


-The Urban Chronicler