They resound through my head like blaring car horns during a rush hour traffic jam. You appear so nonchalant, almost serene. But their inaudible assault on my psyche belies the truth of your mind. What brought on this chaos? Is there any sense to be made here? Can logic, love, or at least peace ease your internal turmoil?

Do you think you can hide inside your mind?
You don't trust me.
You don't trust anyone.
You think this won't last.
You're going to try your darndest to give me reason to leave.
But I won't.

I can hear your thoughts too clearly,
(but something tells me they're mine).
Something whispers of devils, and fatalistism, and consciousness,
and something tells me to let go.