lost myself in my own sea.
thoughts swirling always tormenting me.
voices inside my head come to me.
there's usually three, sometimes two.
are they me, or are they something else? does it matter?
Floating away to the eternal sea
Thoughts in my head may meticulously shape me
Voices of friends and enemies speak to me
Sometimes, three, sometimes two
But no matter what, I will always be
If not for me, then for you.