​Shh.. Quite

I hear voices in my head

​As my crystal droplets stain the land.

​They tell me that death's okay.

I try to forget what they say.

​When I block them out they start to shout

then my crystal droplets flow out and out.

​Then tempt me, they hit me, they make me slouch.

​Because I'm not standing proud, pushing them out.

​sometimes I want to stop the  fight. Just to drop dead in the night.

​Let my soul go to rest. 

​Goodnight and sleep tight.

​But I can't let my soul howl for salvation while my body searches out across the nation.

​So as my crystal droplets stain the land,

the voices  still whisper.. plotting their plan.

​Shh.. Quite

I hear voices in my head.