voices

I wake up break up bud from last night's experience of sighns images of voices resonate in my mind like im visionless of what's right I light up the splith and sit by the light that shines as I intake the fight of whose right between the voices and I as they had counters for my past actions like bouncers, without moral reactions important transactions of information the navigation of immoral interactions that I so happened to have and as I sit and think about it taking it in I remember then that I need to pick up my meds so I go to the chemist but its closed its bank holiday no thanks to that my heart has froze I go back home and make another splith and as the time goes the bottle of jack i picked from the fridge goes and soon after the night time rolls and then disaster start to unfold as the voices come back so bold voices in my head screaming choices to implement I counter act their farther act of poison interviewing of how I should act boiling my head till I intercept and disconnect from then and as I lay in my bed again tired I go to sleep but I wake in a dream and its fire everywhere I see that I couldn't feel the voices formalise into demons appearing as people to normalise my feeling and the convo keeps going between them I se a sword on the floor and I pick it up to leave them bleeding hit them up with a breef breeze of my wielding but as soon as I go to hit them I wake up sweating on the linen and I think I miss my brethren and wimen I met I go to get another joint to help me with the stress I sit and contemplate the mess of head ready to annihilate the incorrect if they show up again