The voices of silence –
exclamatory silence!
They vent what is suppressed,
articulating what is disconnected.
For answer, my tongue dances
to the rhythm of my whisperer,
vocalizing concealed thoughts.
So, this Delilah of my mind
tingles my consciousness with her voice.
This luring temptress that is psychosis soothes me.
This seducement intoxicates me.
She tells me that my mind is a trap –
a cage with flesh and bone as the iron bars.
I know now that the voices will always echo,
disrupting the rhythm of reality.
Reality has a hellish and chaotic rhythm.
Its murmurings unclear to me –
conscious to the lunacy that is reality.
Consciously dead though unconsciously alive.
Aware of the voices though unaware that they are unreal.
Drifting aimlessly through the fog of reality,
I find consciousness in my imagination guides me.
The compass within my mind spins and I find my way.








I’m sure this resonates with many Daniel. Kudos for posting this