Until The Brew Boils - with "Adagio"

Until the brew starts to boil I hear noise in my head
ransacking the corridors of my mind speaking in my
tongue of mortals who have passed, they whisper
and scream, creating a war only I can witness, a
turmoil that teeters on the edge of hallucination, yet
I know it's no illusion kicking off my shoes as if in a
Pentecostal Church. Tattooed by razor blades
hearing the voices fade away as I tuck my anxiety
into the bottom of my purse next to my cell phone    
an attempt to keep them at bay and shut it all down
so I can finally breathe in the oxygen that seemed
to have eluded me for ages