Choas is rapid in my mind,
The good,the bad,and the ugly all entwined,
You can't make sense of the senseless,
You can't deny the undeniable,
There's a sickness growing in my brain,
Is this what it's like to go insane?
There are voices that talk to me,
Is it your voice ,or someone only I can see?
Am I alone or is there a crowd?
I want to scream "shut...