The voices

People who I held dear to me starts to slowly drift away as I had showed them the side of which they have yet to meet, and when they had, I was left struck and unloved.

I could not bother to plead these voices to let me control my body nor my speech, for they too have control over it. As if we are souls divided into one body, rather, borrowed body.

A soulless vessel, unfortunate victim of these constant noises. As most of the times, I have most control of moving this cumbersome limbs, pained with thorny body pain and throbbing constant headaches, I have done my best to repay the kindred soul with pleasing things for this body's relatives.

The strange voices in my head spread through my veins and to my blood. It lives inside me. Though unknown and estranged, I have slowly losing grasp of superiority over my speeches at some point of the time.

That sometimes my voice becomes the voices in my head and the voices in my head becomes my voice.