Empty.
Please take the world away from me.
Quietly,
Slit away,
Hands from the outside.

Hush now puppet.
The strings are ******* in bows.
Claws off stage with fingers tangled,
Cleave into the brain.

Why is it a 1000 voices?
All yelling the same **** thing?
Fall onto a 1000 deaf ears?
Knowing whats best for me?

I can't stop the endless voices,
Crashing about my ears,
But I have my endless poison
To wipe up those concerned tears.

A friend once said to me,
I'm worried sugar,
I'm worried what we've become.
'I'm worried how much you're doing, sugar'
The sugar soon solves his woes.

My Louise,
Chaos when you're near,
Madness when you're far.
Never too far away from me.
My Louise.

For one quiet day,
The queen sits and rules.
Her subjects love her,
Her people adore her,
She is royal and good.

Her palace shrieks,
Insurrection crashing about her ears,
Crisis biting at her jewel adorned heels.
Yet she slays in her finery,
Marching about the halls
Because her people absolve her.

This Queen is good.
This Queen is royal.
The people love thier Queen.
Her peers loom over the queen.

The day is quiet.
The queen does good.

For one quiet day.

The mood is blue,
The day is blue,
The red has taken over.
The red is clean,
Close and pure.
The red washing at the blue.
The blue is true,
The red cuts through,
This purple mess is mine.
Its royal blue, as red bleeds through,
My blue man walks on by.

Bonfire shower,
Scrub the life away,
Tap severed,
Burning bridges light my way.