Dear Diary,

The voices are back.
They keep whispering images
of an imminent destruction
of the mind.

I can't keep them at bay.
My own words they won't obey
And now I'm feeling a void,
A cavity forming.

They go on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And forever more whispering torture.

I'm imprisoned in my own mind.
The one place law and order
Should never exist.
And here they tie me up and beat me,

Beat me down. I just can't escape.
Chemical diversions and new faces,
Who can help me in my own head?
Ghosts, following my thoughts,
They murder them in cold blood,
And stain the ground with fear.