No Control

There is this voice in my head,

That I swear to go was dead.

It screams for me to listen,

As the sweat on my face glistens.

It tells me to do things,

As impossible as growing wings.

It pulls on me this way and that,

Until I land flat on my back.

The world around me is spinning,

That voice just keeps winning.

My thoughts are no longer my own,

Not even my flash and bone.

My life all at once disappeared,

Everyone I knew ran in fear.

The voice is no longer there,

An entity has just appeared.

I’m doing things I have no desire to do,

I just took off my shoe and threw it at you.

And just how can I change this,

To live eternally in my own bliss?