When the dark voices come,

Sharp shadows run,

Black and bloody through my mind.

My heart is ripped from my soul,

My eyes are gouged,

My blindness whole,

I am lost to human kind,

Impaled upon impenetrable brambled despair,

I grow my beard,

I drink and stink,

I sit and stare,

At the evil within,

At the horrors that crawl my skin,

At all that I have seen,

At all that I have been,

And I wait,

Until the kind voices come round once more.

Anthony Di'anno

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dark-voices-come/