They follow me relentlessly, so I’m always on the move,

My wife asks “Where? There’s no one there.” Which is hard for me to prove.

As every time I turn to face them, they drift into the black,

Always in the shadows, mocking me behind my back.

Sometimes I hear them laughing and the voices get so loud,

When I’m at home, not quite alone, I’m surrounded by a crowd.

But I have an idea to make the voices go away,

I just need to find the courage to go through with this today.

If I have no ears, then I can’t hear, so I’ve got my knife in hand,

Silence will be golden, I hope they understand.

And with a slash, a second crash, a roaring fills my ears,

A sea of red pooling on the floor amongst my tears.

As my vision starts to fade, I think this is for the best,

Time for me to lie down and finally get some rest