rocking your head
i like your eyes
hands touching me
unholy places
biting into the neck
leaving marks
marks of love?

love, ha, what a joke
carrying this burden
trying to escape it
drowning it in vodka,
suffocating the voice with cocaine
poking it out with heroin,

momentarily, better than not at all
hooked? no
just trying to silence that annoying voice
he puts it in,
the voice yells
i yell
the voice so loud,
it hurts my ears, my head is throbbing
i yell so loud the walls shake,

he looks confused
"what?! what did i do? im sorry"
i can't talk to him
he doesnt understand
the voice says he doesnt
i run, run away from the voice
run faster,
its following me,
no NO its here
no no,

he calls out,
"Hena where are you going?!"

i can't look back, i might see the voice,
the voice, no please go away
i fall onto the warm pavement,
the voice finally quiet,
its so quiet,
he's around me now,
trying to wake me,
no i don't want to wake up.
because the voice is gone now,

i smile at him, then let go,
letting the darkness take me away,
finally, 
to a land where the voices aren't allowed in.