Voices drift toward me,

Tens of thousands of them 

They reverberate off walls

And float around in the dark

They echo continuously 

Back and forth,

Back and forth

They seep into my thoughts 

And soak up my attention 

The voices grow stronger

They grow louder 

They are no longer mere whispers

They are something more,

Something greater

They are always hungry,

Always there

As they poison my brain

As they gain control of my mind

They begin to grow roots

And I begin to fear for the worst