the essence of its cage bound in place by shadow
and sour the milk of reason with her poison eye         
she sends him a picture of her                                                          
join me here                                                    
                      
the polluted mind demands focus
he is pure now                                                          
the dawn is unfiltered              
and the scary voices are hushed by the awe                                          
the racing thoughts are soaked by the rain
and shivering hunched in the brick box                      
he awaits the power that              
perseveres through adverse and favorable alike                                      
he centers himself
but the voices creep back in on one by one
as the unfiltered dawn returns      
he runs outside trying to catch the author                
of the noise in his head                                          
make him cease this carnival of insanity                                                        
­this roadshow of the mad mad mind

he sleeps the hot silent day
in the brick box with the steel door
its safe there
the voices cant find him

as dusk settles like a layer of grey dust on the small
glass window set in the brick
his eyes come open like frightened small birds
desperate for escape from this narrow cage of a mind

they talk in quiet whispers            
better not let anyone know                                            
better not let anyone see                        
but you cant help laughing at the faces they make            
when the 'real' people arn't looking      
the things they do when the 'real' people wont know      

mud foot bare
in the greasy sun
fast load trace its birth in dust
the night is always full of echoes
so he only comes round in the day
where he can kiss the faded wall art
and wipe the tears away from his former years
with the music
the long and pure symphony of the souls
a simple phrase on the piano
how many souls like this are lost among us                                  
hidden by the natural appearance                        
he leans in and plants a soft kiss
on the image of her lips