There's a Voice Inside My Head...

There's a voice inside my head
But the fleeting feeling has all but fled
Murdered, bungled, marred, frayed
Sick and tired of being played

There's a voice inside my head
Its coming from the land of dead
Where mirth and sorrow had once wed
Comes a voice that fills my heart with dread

There's a voice inside my head
It cuts open the wound that once bled
Bludgeoning ecstacy, shrieking silence
For now the massacre will commence

There's a voice inside my head
All that's heard isn't all that's said
Probe the obvious, accept the abstract
Lets draw the curtains on the final act

There's a voice inside my head
Senseless, repulsive, bitter, jagged
Questioning my sanity, poking my worth
I lament, not for death but for birth...