They are in my head Screaming at me that I should be dead. Tearing me, ripping me apart These monsters who wanted me from the start. The echoes ringing, so far unreturned Leave me deaf, and rather concerned. Dancing flames lick before my eyes But grabbing them would be unwise. Screaming, Shouting, Roaring in my brain The sounds of battle that are under the strain Of this madness around us all the time The sickness that dwells deep within the paradigm. --Andy McRae-- --5/1/20--