Numbed lifeless heart of shattered ice
Turned and tossed more than twice
Falling in side out though cries a mute song
Repeatedly whispered and concise
Heavy and rough yet not mistaken or wrong
Feeling quiet and scared yet loud and long

Non stop piano playing fills these ears
Inhale the melody with fumes of the air
Soft violin rings in these ears
Catch the rhythm of silent despair

Descends from upstairs held by a crown
Above smeared tears of trails on the ground
Playing a soft lonely sound
Locked within cold walls of stone
Shadows building up an empty throne

Everything done is invisibly connected
What is seen though never detected?
The role of authority often neglected
Taking a command of royalty
In disgust of respect from this fake loyalty

Invisible vocals and exploding lungs
Appears as an unseen imagination
Speaking in screaming tongues
Never heard this conscious in isolation
Struggling with invisible frustration
Lost unable to find an explanation

Welcome to this unfounded land
Explore this new nation
Helpless without a helping hand
In ones mind a different creation

Body bag of souls captured by minds
Gripping onto nothingness
Hiding far inside whatever it finds
Existence without peacefulness
Feigning to seize of different kinds
Spilling every drop that never stops and vastly winds

Above this beyond question
Running far away from oneself
A chance of truth A chance of confession
Silent in fear of showing no such discretion

Showing not of talent through further dreams
Not care for this emptiness though fills what is needs
Spend nights secretly playing piano of sadden screams
All interest found is kept and exceeds
Reality’s appearance is not what it appears to seem
On the fear it brings in which this feeds

Off with this spinning head
Paint white roses blood red
Take orders from whispers
never knowing how much it bled

Take away all walls of boundaries within ones mind
Only some hear the tapping in the back of ones mind
Listening to what goes on in ones mind
Scared to say what one hears on ones mind
Wish to turn off the screaming in ones mind
Cut open to feel the taken away numbness in ones mind

All that could be happening
Everything that could have changed
This mind isn't stable or solid
It can't be cleansed or maintained

Dozens to hundreds by thousands of millions
Falling to pieces though breaking apart
When they split through corners and hit the ground
In numbers from anything can bounce back and start

Through windows forced open
With blinds that are not to be closed
There are just some things no one will ever know
Waiting to be found showing all that’s exposed

Every unopened door is scratched
Their fresh cut wonders dry
And sometimes while trying to sleep at night
There are no brakes or rules that apply

Listening softly to still whistles
Running faster than imagined possible
Fake pride becoming forced reassurance
Images becoming frozen and covered in blame
But this mind within ourselves all the same
 
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