Delirious symphony
Starring: Nothing
And an invisible orchestra looming,
Spin around inside my head
With an
      Incandescent
    Booming.
Creating delicious agony,
Which bores to the core of my being
And fills the holes with curses and woes
It weighs me down, forcing me to drown,
In a pain that  
   No  
        One    
   Knows. 
The conductor of this cacophony
Is a depraved friend of Death:
She walks by his blackened side
As half a horseman of impending doom
With a cold gun of nightmares that rests
   Against
          Your
 Hide.
Both are silent terrors
She and Death akin
Waiting to seal a horrible fate
And if you can’t spot the macabre pair 
It may be  
   Much    
      Too
 Late  
You may ask, “Who is this harpy?”
She is not Pestilence, War, or Famine’
But she lives within your Id;
Yet she rides with those four horsemen
And her presence
      Is
       Seldom
    Hid.
She is unlike death, who can be held back
But always comes back to haunt 
Death’s siren friend can be fought off
She’ll entice you with an easy way out         
If you believe life is   
All            
      For    
  Not 
“How can she be driven away,
When she stalks me through my life?”
You block out her song,
Run away from her embrace,
And sort out your sense of
Right
          And
    Wrong

Don’t fight her alone:
Take her in scores
With the voices of the many,
Raise your voice
With courage and hope a plenty,

For I have listened to this siren’s song,
Blocked out the whispers;
Lived to sail through rough waters again
To tell of the siren named Suicide
And make sure the
Hag
Is
Slain.