MANY VOICES ARE HEARD IN MY HEADTHE SPRITS I SEE ARE THE WALKING DEADPEOPLE CAN SAY I’M GOING CRAZYITS THE RAGE CAGE THATS LIVES INSIDE MENO LONGER DO I CARE WHAT IS SAIDI’LL BLOCK IT ALL OUT INSTEADAS THE ANGRY BUILDS UP DEEP INSIDEI PLOT THE WAYS MANY PEOPLE SHALL DIESLOWLIY THE VOICES GROW INTO MANY MORETHEY START TO CHANT BLOOD ON THE FLOORMY MENTAL STATUS I ALWAYS QUESTIONSOMETIMES ITS SEEN THROUGH MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONITS UP TO ME TO KEEP THEM UNDER CONTROLTHESE ARE THE WORDS OF A LOST SOUL