I screamed so loud, their voices echo while I’m sleeping When I heard the secrets they were keeping Fading in conversation to hear them screech Searing my insides like a glass of bleach Whispering reminders of failures in my past Rain on my parade, laying waste to a sunny forecast Doing anything to escape the internal riot The curse of having a mind that won’t keep quiet Avoiding thoughts of mine like landmines As the vultures try to escape the four wall confines Waking every morning, never ready for the war They get louder the more and more I try to ignore Don’t know which side the voice is on Their secret is that neither I wish them gone Their swarm killing but the silence more deafening I need them there even if I’m always beckoning Happy the day we can say we survived the great war Not knowing a second one is coming, only worse than the one before LLK.