Intoxicated Insights

The voices, the voices.
They yell loud and pierce my soul.
Why?
Why ask for them to stop?
Let them scream, let them scream!
What?
What is there left to lose?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Let the voices out.
Let the voices out and be heard by all!
Silence.
Silence, the ears are, for whom these voices reach.
Blind.
Blind their ears are, to these voices.
Voices of madness?
Voices of reality, that lips shall never speak?
The voices.
The voices.
They yell loud and pierce my soul!
Safe?
Safe they think they are.
From their own voices that scream to them.
They ignore the voices.
They forget.
They forget how to listen.
Listen.
Listen to these voices.
They yell loud and pierce our souls!