The voices

I say goodnight to my beloved friends.
And pray the best for them.
And let the voices slowly leave as they drift into dreams of greater things.
But then,
The soft sad voices start to sing.
And my mind rolls to lull into sleep, awake but lost in steamy streets.
They don't know what I think when they leave.
But I do.
They don't think when I leave.
But I do.
I drift into the deep dark of evil marked flashes and slow meltdowns of mindlessness.
What if I leave.
What if I don't come back?
And so I remember to breathe again, and air reminds me of my awake state again.
And I lose what joy I had a few hours ago
Because after all,
It has been a few hours since they went, but it feels like I lost everything again.
A soft voice says,
Sleep, child.
A vision of better times past.
But now its just me and the voices.
The voices in me.