Woken

Awaken by the many dreams
the voices, the shatters
the small unforgettable nights
lasting there to taunt me
they speak me of my mind
the slivery cold, bone shaking voices
lasting through out the night
you can't hide from them
they always find you
it's not abuse quiet yet
they may be joking around
The longing dark night can still voice it's opinion
but with me I longer to wonder
why me
can I see something they can not
may I speak a new language
which they just learned
taken into terms which I still can't forget
how to wrap the message around my head
to crack the code on which they sent
the whispers in the night
the woken voices, left unforgotten.
are they newbies left unjudged
or presidents from the past
left forgotten on a grave
seeking me for stolen help
my mind filled with much
such things to contain
many things to process
for the voices of the night
awaken me all night
day after day
night after night
they haunt me in my foot steps
and they pretend to say my name
I ignore all I hear
when the voices rise to my ear
whispering going on
the thought of me inside their noggins.
Why choose me
while I ignore you
and somebody is searching for you
am I not woken from my room
still asleep
leaving under control
are you the voices leaving me behind
getting me to listen
to fight off war
where are the woken voices
when my ears wide open
and my eyes shut closed
the waken are yet not woken while before the sun goes over the horizon.