voices running through my head
all around,
wishing I was dead
Just repeating
what I say
all throughout the day
Ghostly whispers
spooky sounds
In my imagination I drown
Seeing figures in the distance
coming at me
all the while I'm resistant
Echos surround me
from the past
telling me what I already know
hope it don't last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is quite a psychedelic experience, a haunting one.