The Jaws of Psychosis

The phantom voices are
soundless unsoundness
to the normal world.

With my tongue,
psychosis cracks this lash,
scolding the empty air.

Give one hell,
give another heaven,
but where is my heaven?

Fracture this jawbone -
this jabbering embarrassment
wishing my vacant face!

Raked over hellish coals,
blistering with utterances,
my mind now scorched earth!

Within this jaw-like clench
of a tongueless entity,
I am surely reviled!