tiny voices in my head
louder when I’m here in bed
keeping me full wide awake
remembering each mistake

please just make them go away
same old garbage every day
constantly just mocking me
please oh please just let it be

I shouldn’t have to explain
gnawing ache inside my brain
anguish growing by the hour
every bit of pride devoured

tiny voices driving me
one choice left that I can see
carbon powered piece of lead
self-injected to the head

oh what joy in full release
oblivion and relief
sitting rocking on this chair
smell of oil – do I dare?

cold feels good against my skull
nightmare waiting for the cull
sandman stole my sanity
see him laughing there with glee

no
No
NO

not today you sick old fuck
go elsewhere to try your luck
I’m not ready yet to die
its cliche – I’ve got to try.

I’m a loser – you’re not wrong
I am also still quite strong

oh sweet bliss
the voices have gone to sleep
and so too must I slip off
and perchance to dream:
aye, there’s the rub,
for in that sleep
what dreams may come…