Outlet: My Book of Abstract Thoughts

Voices In My Head

You think it's done when it's over but the end meets the beggining,
A slave to the voice that makes you think you're winning,
Screaming louder and louder at that it's against,
And little do you know it's that that knows best,
Too naïve to its deceit that's too powerful to beat,
At least that's what you believed when you'd assumed defeat,
Screaming in agony as your humanity is thinning,
You think it's done when it's over but the end meets the beggining.

Turning away from that it's saying,
Telling yourself it's your own way you're making,
This dedication to isolation is so suffocating,
And yet you are not aware that it's merely replicating,
Then and again you believe it's your friend,
However in the end you simply descend,
Ashamed of your being as you know you are sinning,
You think it's done when it's over but the end meets the beggining.

On a downward spiral to that you demise,
Yet you still can't look your truth in the eyes,
Shying away to your utter dismay,
As you know clear as day it mustn't be this way,
Distracting yourself from the painful reality,
So desperate to hide that you're near a fatality,
Searching around but no one can see,
You're merely a shell of what you used to be,
Wondering endlessly who's really there,
So unsure that it's too much to bear,
Locked away due to fear of committing,
You think it's done when it's over but the end meets the beggining.

Trapped in the middle of two firing voices,
Wishing that they weren't a product of your choices,
Try as you might you can't end the fight,
And in your plight you wind up lost in the night,
Clawing your way out it starts to pass,
But part of the darkness still holds fast,
The light beckons and the dark jeers,
As you just wonder why you're still here,
One side in the brightness and one in the gloom,
Will you choose your hope or will you choose your doom?