O dulce
Dulce voice
Call to me
Again! And again!
You who soothes
My inner self
Does show my fate.
Held captive
Inside
To hear you
Demands marked free
O call again to me.
You art my fate
My love
My whole existance!
O cry!
Cry to the gods
Up to my soul
Full to mine tears
A deluge of sorrows!
O sweet!
O demands!
O persuasive!
You my voice
Turned inward
A mind of your own
Round my mind
Singing your acrid tunes!
Your wiley voice
As mine
Over-ebullient
To raise my demise
To full sorrows
Black, rounded beings!
O sorrows bleak
All my tears weak
Hear you O strange one
Never mind those pills
Orange and small
They are for fools!
So you say-
Take them!
Take them!
Take them!
Violent voices demand
It's okay-
Just do it!
The voices of angels sing to me
A cacophony raised to terrible heights!
Or are they angels?
Who knows?
Those demands so strong-
Inviting along...
O dulce
Dulce voice
Call to me
Again! And again!
You who soothes
My inner self
Does show my fate.
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