The Voices

 I mistaken the buzzing sound in my bosom,

Make me chaotic for every symphony in this life.

And the voices hypothesis I suspect make me laugh.

When there was to be, when disappear,  even when just illusion of rhythm

Hurt, he made for familiar voices

stertorous, he made for hearing the voices

But this hurt, this stertorous is an enchant rhyme

From a knot my sheepishly smile inside the tinge

Torture me as if an ache..?

Ache? Ache.....Ache!  the taboo word for me.

My logic still bear up on the voices, inside my headache,

Waiting for what will happen the next,

Just because the voices..

(Fyuuuuuhhhh.... *kipas-kipas* My First non-grammatical and non-structural poetry.. -__-, Actually I write the poetry in Bahasa version, but my friend ask me to translate it... so... thus the result... )