The Voices In My Head

The voices in my head are never particually good ones.
They are ones telling me that I should go to work today, but then
there are voices telling me I don't have a contract and don't need to.
Voices of anger, voices of sadness and voices of sleep deprivation.
Five days I have been without sleep.
When I do manage to scrape together a few hours kip, nightmarish
visions invade my dreams.
Today I woke up. I woke up. I woke up from what?
A vision of my beloved pet being torn apart by a lorry.
Yesterday night I woke up from the vision of my fiance cavorting with
a stranger on my couch and then gangsters took me away for an illegal
emotion block.
They soon came after me when I tried to reverse the operation.
Apparently once you have refused your feelings you can never get them
back.
They will come after you. My eyelids are heavy but as I will them to
shut they automatically lift again, heavier than before.