The Voices
The Voices
A door opens wide in front
By the key of my imagination,
Behind this door, lies Voices,
Voices fighting for salvation.
We all enslaves our fond memories
Trying to live these moment back to back,
Not knowing that holding those memories
Will tend to drop you down into the sack!
These voices screams all the time
In my head, and won’t stop till’m dead,
Voices laughing at me and staring to gulp
They are not only visible as they can be heard.
There is a world in nowhere
Unaware, unfamiliar to human,
Hiding from the humanity
Waiting to get revealed by a Truman.
Things which our eyes cant see
Things which are not from this life,
These voice make sure that
You feel them by your side every time.