Disorder of the mind it seems –
Promotes such pain – engenders screams –
The hapless and the witless fall –
Beneath the sound – the endless call
And chatter of the voices there –
Brought forth are thoughts of deep despair;
No peace is found within the head –
The overwhelming fear and dread
Cause angst and stress – anxiety –
No sleep to rescue – set one free –
And so one yearns for sleep profound –
Where sanctuary is wrested – found;
A moments rest yet come the day –
Return the voices and dismay.
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