Voices in my Head.

Is it morning yet?
Or is it the dream still?
Vivid hallucinations
Shattering my will.

Jump! Cry! Scream!
So much laughter I hear
Is it me, or the haunting of my mind
I remain lucid, unclear.

Blood shot eyes, tired soul
Cacophonies in my head
Singing songs along  with my demons
Bringing alive those that were dead

What do I kill?
The voices have no name
What do I kill then?
Changing chuckles, its never the same.

What do I kill?
Parts of me that remain?
The chuckles come again, then echo!
Or have I become completely insane. 

Is it morning yet?
Why won't they stop dancing around?
The night falls again.
Alas. Here comes the laughing sound.