Forgotten Sound

I pretended the lust was voices
And I wrote down the voices
And sometimes the voices spoke as I had written them
To confirm what I already knew
Which is that I am a child and ready for petting
And sometimes the voices said nothing
To confirm what I already knew
Which is that I am filled with holes
And sometimes the voices said strange words
To confirm what I did not know
Which is that I am a ghost
And the men are real
And going on without me