I hear people, that hear noises, harberd in my talking head,

Those same people have starving voices, in a sacred basement den,
crying Sound's inside my Head! Echoing from that pitch black den!

Horror's Voices Stirring around the basement of lost forgotten friends!
Are noises, loud from Voices inside the room!

I hear voices that hear noises! In my pulsing head!

Those same Wicked Noises buried in people's voices of souls lost friends!

I hear people, who hear voices, coming in my big flat black Cadillac!

I hear voices; voices of people, who hear noises of my hollow steps!.

No, more voices No, more noises, just a drive away in my big flat black Cadillac,
too a cabinet in the sky, ride, ride, too a cabinet in the sky!

Free of voices, Free of noises of Lost souls from that dark basement!
That Echoes in that pich black den!
(From noises & from Voices inside The room.) Voices inside me.
© Antonio.Mora.Lopez