There’s a split inside my head
that’s put me in a craze,
as I slept, demons fed
but I’ve been up four days
I’ve held them off for all my life,
but some always slip through
I know they’re real, I’ve felt the knife
strangled ‘til I’m blue
They argue Latin to themselves,
then preach my desire
collecting corpses on my shelves
and setting schools on fire
The voices tell me right from wrong,
sometimes, I try to argue
they quickly tell me why I’m wrong,
I shouldn’t think to argue
Sometimes, creatures from the cracks
slip through and wear my skin,
they try me out, for a bit,
then go on their way
The voices sometimes echo outside,
wait – aren’t they in me?
of what’s real, I can’t decide
where is my mind, now that I see?
Figures swirling in the air,
lights, faeries, faces,
drive me crazy – they don’t care!
I’m haunted by their faces.