I can sit here.
Quietly I'll hum.
Maybe some tunes of happiness,
Or screams of sorrow to come.
I can close my eyes,
Can't promise they'll open though.
Inside of my eyelids stained,
With pictures that come and go.
A flickering light,
That excites me with each flash.  
But here comes those demons,
Here comes the crash.
So I stare,
And look them in eyes.
Then that hand reaches out,
They close my mouth and I agree,
I've said too much.
Only way to fix the world,
Is too just shut up.