Without Auditions _ with "Adagio"

They don’t have a set time to visit, these voices,
Like turmoil striking every corner of my mind
A cacophony of whispers, impossible to unwind,
Swirling in shadows, tightening their grip
As invisible tendrils take roots within.
Uninvited without auditions, or recall  
Speaking without any validation
Lingering beyond the disembodied darkness
Feeling the pulse of its inequity.  
A riddle of noise I can’t seem to untangle,
Indecipherable, no matter how I strain to listen.
Am I descending into madness?