I've spent enough time
Talking to myself
Derision poured on derision
Only ferments the pain
But who else would speak
In my stead
And to whom should I listen
When silence threatens
It's in the silence
That the whispers can be heard
Pleading and urgent
The promise of the unsheathed
The urgency
Of the safety coming off
The madness whispers its plea
To join in its ranks

I close my eyes too much
To the folly of my ways