I hold onto the quiet times in vain
The voices wage assault inside my head
Their resonating, dissonant refrain
Might soon engulf the life for me you bled

Intrusive cries ignite a swath of fire
I fear I will leak through the open scar
And plunge, unwilling, in a twisted gyre,
A eulogy for sanity bizarre

You come to me in shades of whispered dreams
While memories of better days remain
A silent place to hide from my own screams
And when you stay, it stops the endless pain

Lost in blind discord, my world askew
I seek only serenity and you

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