Voices

I heard a knock,

And you did too;

I crawled through the floor,

Why didn't you?

I opened the door,

No one to see;

I heard you laugh,

At my misery.

I saw the words,

You read them too,

I climbed aboard,

You left for good!

All is to say -

There's a voice in my head,

But it's not me,

I stand in the open,

But I'm not free,

And its guided,

Not by senses or belief,

But pain and misery!

The root of all evil,

The shoot of all love;

Running generations through nations,

Only thin wood up above.

The ability to exploit,

It knows not what it wants;

Steering through dilemmas,

Its a pleasure - to hunt!

It calls you a hero,

The saviour of the ones;

Then stabs you in the back,

And laughs as you stand stunned.

All is to say -

Loot, money or fame,

Is the same - to blame

Through tantrums and trains

And all of your right,

Leaves you in the fight,

Fuelled by the voice,

And its flight!

And the voices inside,

Will astound you.

Into a cesspool - drown you,

With a frown - crown you;

And when you think -

You've had it all,

Spears and vultures -

Will break your fall,

Your existence will take a toll,

On what's left of your goal!