The Island

My bed is an island 

Floating out at sea 

Dark waters all around me 

So dark and suffocating 

 I look to the horizon 

Searching for distant land 

I see nothing save for sky 

Stretched like a gaping wound overhead 

 I scream into the silence 

Screaming, "help me" 

But my bed is an island 

An island in the sea 

With dark and churning water 

 Spitting up at me 

 Alone on this island 

With no one to talk to me 

 My mind splits up into multiple personalities 

 One voice among them all 

Can be heard crystal clear 

This voice is no albatross 

It is one I should fear 

 This voice weighs on my shoulder 

Occupies my mind 

Constricts my heart in my chest 

Time after time 

"Look to the water, 

It's so inviting. 

Someone like you should be glad of that embrace." 

 "The waters will wash away all of your memories. 

It'll caress you like a lover, 

A lover you wish you had." 

 "It beckons you so sweetly, 

Dear child of mine. 

Fall into the water, 

Tell me what you see." 

 "Do the demons come and haunt you? 

Does you past anchor you down? 

And when you reach the bottom what will you find?" 

 "Broken pieces of a girl that will never touch the light?

 Buried so far under dark waters, 

There are no treasures here you see." 

 "Jump into the water or stay here with me." 

 A/N: The voice inside my head is never sees the light of day. It resides in the darkest part of my mind. I figured it fit the theme, plus the words wouldn't stop haunting me so I had to give them shape. This is the product, I apologize if it's rough. This is my first attempt at poetry in about 5 or 6 years.