A thousand eyes split the serenity of my mind.  A cruel wind extinguishes the fire in my eyes. Jagged pieces fall without grace. An Eternal battle lost in silence. Governed by the illusion of control, the walls built to protect crumble around my innocent mind. I did not write the music that taunts my soul. I danced to it lost in its cruel rhythm, it’s twisted logic. Shall I dare meet the author of this sweet bitter song. Is the truth scattered on pages locked inside unwritten songs. The music is fading amongst the songs of a 1000 other souls. An internal conflict arises. Become the author and bare the truth. Or dance forever with demons that bare false truths.