Voices

I have a voice that runs
through my head like a radio.
It is on loudspeaker
and I'm afraid everyone can hear me shout me inside out...

I have a voice on the back of my skull
It haunts me night and day
It wants me
and never fades away

I'm afraid someone knows
this shame i'm always carrying
and these thoughts I always think!

"Sin", they would say
but it's just me, it's just my way...

And I'm... afraid, so afraid.
everyone will hear me say
What I want to do to you.

I got this voice, this madness
this never ending fear;
this truth that draws too near,
too strict, too tight, so chocking..
This nightmare, this living darkness..

The very voice of myself.
The very voice of my soul.

Tiago Vaz, 19-01-2010, 1:15