It comes again
That instinctual feeling
Lifting me up
While tearing me apart
It tells me to move
To stop drifting
And I listen with one ear
Striving not to hear
The beast within
The voices speak
Deep inside my head
In those dulcet tones
That make me dream
Vivid and dynamic
Kaleidoscope visions
In varying shades of gray
To welcome the day
Morbid in its glory
It comes once more
That pounding heartbeat
Marking time and loss
Throbbing in rhythm
Driving me insane
But I can’t make it stop
My eyelids slide down
Shutting out the cold sound
Of conscience.
Sam
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