Voices - Sex Stories

Voices

I always have my music playing To drown out the voices in my head Most are happy, some confused or mad The thing they share is that they are all dead They all walk amongst us, the living And they wander from place to place They always seem to seek me out I can then match the voice with the face Some people call it a curse others say it’s a gift I was near death when I first became aware of it They lifted me up and made me fight for life Even though I just wanted to lay there and quit The doctor’s ran all the neurological tests And the results proved I wasn’t at all crazy My mind and body hardly ever can just rest So plenty of days I see the world a little hazy I know sometimes you feel that I’m distracted And that at times it causes you some distress There is no other that occupies my time but you It’s the voices sending messages like a printing press I know it’s hard for you to understand, it is for me too But I was chosen to be a messenger for these souls It makes me happy to bring them peace and joy I guess this life offers us a variety of roles.