Nick Toczek & Signia Alpha - The Voices in His Head

My friend who trod where angels tread
Spoke of the voices in his head
Inventions, fictions and the dead
All talked to him at night in bed

When logic, sense and reason fled
He clung like spiders do to thread
A person guided, driven, led
By voices anchored in his head

Stampeding through his brain, there sped
A bestiary that brewed and bred
With bits from books he claimed he'd read
And these became what filled his head

He listened, eaten up with dread
To what this spider-web had spread
A litany spat, shat and bled
A blood-red nightmare in his head

And though he heard the words we said
They came to him with meaning shed
And so he chose to heed instead
The words he heard inside his head

This weird world to which he's wed's
Become his butter, beef and bread,
And dead ahead, the path he'll tread
Alone within his undead head

They talk and he gives them full cred
No proof. In truth, there's none, no shred
Yet they're his all, his a-to-zed
The universe inside his head

Written by:
Nick Toczek

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