Voices

A new look at the devil made me do it.

Voices

In the silence you hear the voices,
calling your name over and over.
You try to resist the mind-bending call,
and it works for awhile.
For a time you have peace.
They come back stronger,
but disconnected from you;
echoing out from the t.v. and radio,
reverberating from ceiling and floor,
divulging dark secrets and shadowy lies.
Driving you closer to the edge.
You try to grasp at a lifeline,
but the ephemeral strand slips
out of clutching hands.
Stepping off the invisible ledge,
into the unknown abyss
of insanity.