The voice…incessant masterpiece
Feigning night, reclusive thoughts

Dancing visions…wither away
Waltz into the light, oh thought, I pray

Doomed eternal…sinful last act
I beg the one inside, give up control

God save…giving in, not up
My thoughts are impure, he has control

He redeems…praise be
For, death felt, like a distant relative

Father please…forgive my cries
The end is too near, I need You

Is there another one inside
Listless and impure wretch…waiting
Does he wait and hide
Shadow who stands…contemplating

The voices that haunt, are they my own thoughts
A reality, bending to the will of lesser evils
Turmoil haunting an everlasting night
Am I my own demon within, out of control
© John Hayes