Content by silence sits my heart
But races through with threaded hurt
Quiet slides the strings through flesh
Hard to know when pain is pure

Music is a tasteless joy with no compare
Empty noise fills mindless heads
My soul is heavy with weightless air
My body is full of food not ever fed

How the days do pass when my eyes dont close
My nights spent seeing the next and more
Peril is a sleepless slumber had when dreaded
And how I do dread the nights to my very core