My choir

The voices in my head. Constantly screaming, chanting, provoking me with every thought. Torturing me with every daydream. Controlling every bit of my chained heart. Poisoning the blood that once passionately flowed freely through my veins. Darkening my once vibrant soul. And with every shrieking cry allowing the fowl monsters out from their depths only to scare away the goddess that once stood tall within me. Inducing the lack of strength I have making the allusion of giving up so much easier. I’m done. I no longer attempt to fight the voices that reluctantly prance around in my head. So instead, I build them a beautiful steeple and make them my choir.