Anarchy

The shards of sanity crash around me

Yet my skin appears unscathed by the event

Within each, a piece of my soul resounds,

But is swept away before a voice can be heard.

I hold my face as my smile widens

And the sounds of emotion begin to dance before me

Oh, but they are out of rhythm.

The dull drone of wisdom throws off my soundless audience.

"Lets shut him out."

Ah, and there I am, on stage playing my instrument.

But my scalpel is out of tune. That's a problem.

It carves out the notes as though flesh on skin. How strange.

My bloody solo comes up,

I strum those notes, faster and harder as the crowd yells,

"In a house with no doors, a monster sleeps, captive in his cell.

Remove the sheets, awaken the beast, in your own silent hell."

And I feel that beast awaken,

His power eclipsing mine.

The bloodlust in his rage,

His chaos feels sublime.

But I can't let him take control.

I realize as a voice pops in my head,

"Give in to the darkness,A void free of light and sound.

There are demons in a room where only mirrors are found.

Your fear of power grounds you, as you sink beneath the shore.

Let go of your sanity and let madness take over, once and forevermore."

I try to control the feeling,

My grasp, slipping.

And I appear in that room full of mirrors.

All reflecting me.

I can see the darkness rising,

I can feel the monster's teeth.

The soundless tune plays again as the crowd cheers me on,

"Let the dark things consume you, until all the light is gone!"

Her face flashes in my mind,

My last bit of hope.

That my sanity may return,

And I am off this slippery slope.

The little demon in the room laughs.

"She left you long ago.

She's the reason for all the madness,

She's why your heart went cold.

Yet you cling to her so vailiantly,

Like an umbrella in a monsoon.

Just let the chaos wash over you.

Surrender to your doom."

I no longer hear the music,

That chaotic, soundless tune.

The thought of her returns me to that all revealing room.

With scalpel in hand I thrust it through a mirror,

and all the walls, they crash,

as I realized my madness was made,

of nothing but sugar glass.

The shards of sanity return,

I hear the voice now.

"There are demons in that room of chaos,

Trapped inside your mind,

But on the other side of the room,

Your angels, keep them all in line.

Don't bid your demons goodbye,

For the angels may leave as well,

Leaving you with that beast,

In your house of silent hell."