Insanity whispers

her sweet nothings

while the faint echo 

of a memory lingers

a memory 

that felt like home

until the blinding voices 

told their chaotic tales

and in the end 

there is nowhere to go

because the voices are so blinding

and I can't see in front of me

so I stagger and I grope 

all the while lost 

because of the blinding voices

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