I haven't slept with the voices in some time, but soon they will slip out of their hive to infect the sanctity of my mind, and by the time that they arrive it will be too late for me to find a way to to save my life from the clutches of their bind.

We wear costumes of self control, with masks made of deception to conceal our intention. As a method of prevention, we slip into our inventions, inverting ourselves to protect the hearts we won't mention. Our sleeves will be washed clean so that no one will see how much we've had to bleed just to believe that we deserve a dream just as much as the soul who doesn't have to hide in a hole covered with dirt. Our only message to the world is written out on wooden boards sticking out of the ground above the patches where our bodies can be found, and they read:

"This is all I can let you see because I don't like what you want me to be, and I'd rather die here alone than tell you to leave, because someone you want is all I ever wanted to be."

No doubt you feel like a big man, coming from a town smaller than the back of your hand, coming from a family that always had what you need, you never had to look for a place where you could eat. There's no shame in admitting that you had it easier than a big percentage, but you deny the opportunity you've been given while claiming you're a savage. You're a scared little boy and that's all you'll ever be, stuck in a tiny town that you'll always be too afraid to leave.

Your eyes are shining like sun rises, and I want to get to know the mind that lies behind them.
I hope you won't lie to me.
I want to know where you come from,
do you believe in heaven?
Do you think it's true, the best thing two people can do is try to find a light in a dark empty room, or has your heart been troubled?
Are you a princess Rapunzel who's waited alone so long that her tower has crumbled and turned into rubble? Do you think prince charming never came because you weren't worth the trouble or that you aren't lovable?
I want to get to know you and your thoughts so that I might be able to see everything that you're hiding underneath, and I want to figure out whether you're really the nightmare that you claim to be, or if you could turn out to be none other than my perfect dream.

Everything I've seen severely contradicts what I want to believe.

You call yourself human, because you claim you feel pain.
I disagree with your assessment;
surely if you ever experienced anything as truly terrible and awful like you say, you most certainly wouldn't wish once or dare desire to treat someone this way

There's no escape from the ideas inside of my head and there's no avoiding the thoughts that I'm trying to forget

The voices of peace and love that used to sing so loudly had gone and made themselves silent, so all that we heard were the screams and shouts being violently hurled in both directions, as we tried and soon failed to bring back that most beautiful sounding melody.