"if you wet it, you can get it anytime you want"

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.