Awaken by the many dreams the voices, the shatters the small unforgettable nights lasting there to taunt me they speak me of my mind the slivery cold, bone shaking voices lasting through out the night you can't hide from them they always find you it's not abuse quiet yet they may be joking around The longing dark night can still voice it's opinion but with me I longer to wonder why me can I see something they can not may I speak a new language which they just learned taken into terms which I still can't forget how to wrap the message around my head to crack the code on which they sent the whispers in the night the woken voices, left unforgotten. are they newbies left unjudged or presidents from the past left forgotten on a grave seeking me for stolen help my mind filled with much such things to contain many things to process for the voices of the night awaken me all night day after day night after night they haunt me in my foot steps and they pretend to say my name I ignore all I hear when the voices rise to my ear whispering going on the thought of me inside their noggins. Why choose me while I ignore you and somebody is searching for you am I not woken from my room still asleep leaving under control are you the voices leaving me behind getting me to listen to fight off war where are the woken voices when my ears wide open and my eyes shut closed the waken are yet not woken while before the sun goes over the horizon. |