Voices in My Head

A deep look at poetry

Voices In My Head

　

flirting faces, evil traces, midnight places...

storms outside your window storms in the night

why is everyone today looking for a fight

there is voices inside my head the walking dead

evil has a name & it runs throughout

we blame, b***h & pout

to know what life is all about

we each have a gift down deep inside

many try to run away & hide

but I'm caught between a bind so stand in line

I was created by the masters design

we are here today then gone tommorow

a face full of sorrow

we must labor for the near road we should tred

outside is the walking dead

yet we came to far not to turn back now

can't turn around when your hands on the plough

out of mere sadness there is watchful gladness

making the best of what you have

some may complain it's all up for grabs

voices in my head telling me when to go to bed

the times they are changing

one darkened voice tells me to end it all

another heavenly voice says to give up it all

i'm being caught in a fix with a mystery in the mix

twisted lies of Satan trying to go home and fry up the bacon

I'll listen to the voice of reason even if it's in the changing of the seasons

the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give your a taker

voices, voices go away come back no way

but I'm afraid there here to stay

I'm listen to the soft still voice with the peace that passes all understanding

that is a sure fire way to what I have been waiting for lest I implore another open door