Voices

I hear whispering.
Ideas filling my head,
Voices dominating my thoughts.
It never stops.
I want them dead.

It is no wonder
My life is disorganized.
With dozens of governors ruling my day
And haunting my nights.
I’ll reason with them, I’ll get wise.

The voices are ringing
A never-ending word string
They are always wrestling
For the ear of the god king

I try to silence them
But the voices get louder
Give them what they want
Maybe I’ll pacify them
But they get prouder

What if I give up?
Would they die if no one listened?
I’ll stop feeding them
Ignore the noise
Over and over again.

It's Mine

It’s mine,
It’s mine,
It’s mine.
Everything you see here
Is mine.
You can’t have it,
It’s mine.
Look at it all,
It’s mine.
I’ve worked hard to earn all this,
It’s mine.
I’ve got more than I need and
It’s all mine.
It wasn’t coincidence,
It’s mine.
It wasn’t chance, I made it,
It’s mine.
When winter comes
It’s still mine.
Even when it rots,
It’s mine.
When I’m gone,
It’s mine.
You can’t have any.
Go get your own.
Leave me alone.
It’s mine.