When the whispered voices set in...

Everyone, no matter how good, 
Has days where they change from red riding hood,
In to the wolf and eat their kin,
It's when the whispered voices set in.

Everyone, no matter how bad,
Have days where they are more than sad.
Have days where all the effort put in,
Amounts to nought, the voices set in.

The whispered voices, hush and swarm
They creep in your ears, when you're nice and warm.
When you're wrapped up tight within your bed.
The whispered voices sit in your head.

They nudge your nightmares back into full flow,
They steer negativity, show it where to go.
Where all your doubts and fears seep in.
It's then the whispered voices set in.

I'm sat here now, with circles of black,
Beneath my eyes. A hunch-ed back.
I'm weary from 3 days of bad sleep.
Where the whispered voices seep.

The nightmares have come, again, they are here.
They drown me, confuse me and play on my fears.
I'm chased, hunted, tortured. Made to choose which kin,
I am to save. The voices set in.

I'm quiet, subdued. I doubt all that I do.
The good that I desperately want to see through.
Belief in my choices, it starts to wear thin.
Because whispered voices have now set in.

So I write to you all. As I beg and I plead.
Not quite ready yet to bare and bleed.
I urge you to listen hard when the air gets thin.
Prepare for when whispered voices set in.