the world around me is noise
playing the same tune on repeat
as all these voices in my head
form a man whom likes to beat
on the drums of the past
on the shadow it casts
the world around me is noise
as my thoughts incoherently mumble
on how I lost my voice
the world around me is noise
time strengthens its grip
as I forget to speak non-sense
the world around me is noise
yet the pen will listen
an anchor holding me down
as I walk in the shoes of a clown

the pen will listen
no matter the words I speak
rugged ideas dragged through mud
blossom like roses coloured with blood
instantly regretting they did
reverting back to buds
swaying in a rhythmic chaos
the madness of old times
spreads like mold
with a thousand glimpses of your smile
not really worth my while
bound with some imaginary tether
let's hold hands and walk together
until our bones grind to dust
I've let you go yet your glow
flowed through a crack
making me want to go back

time eludes my grasp
Chronos surely laughs
mocking my innate ability
to the thrown off track
by the supple movements
of lady curiosity
why do these colours
explode in a symphony of grey
only to eventually fade
swallowed by an all consuming black
a million questions arise
shining brighter than the Sun
no wonder I'd like to run
into the arms of the void

mock me for being different
shrug and walk away
the pen will listen
with featherless wings I'll fly
into the dawn of a new day