Muffled Voices

I always concluded the voices were wrong
And so I kept lingering for so darn long
I crept up in the maze of my mind in a manner of phases
A place I created to flee from what was before me in the haze
One might wonder why I took to it?

I’ve never trusted that you were a wrecker of what lies in the chest
The harshest way I’ve found out saying the least
I guess I’m that gullible, oh my God I detest

Presently I’m emersed in the silence of my own demise
Where is the fantasy?
Where is the reality?
The layers have waned
It is indistinguishable

The voices so muffled to discern
To discern that we never were and never will
The silence has fueled the flame of ache
And so I’ve crept back in the chasm of defeat.