Edmund's release

His voice loud with lyrical announcement

His voice tall with abstract language and truth

Melodies traveled with a trip, and truth

A trip and truth, a trip spilling into deep truth

Truth, this is the gift of my friend

To some he is crazed, mad with voiceful delusions

Delirium, echos that made him a victim of his own mind

His mind sick and talented with gifts of string play

His fingers dance along silver strands, harmonized as they go

But I must now admit and show, confess something of my friend

Edmund

My good friend, a slave to suggestion

Synthetic, natural, quakes from the pit of human creation

He's addicted, I think we're all addicted

So he was sent away from his rag tag band

Carried off in secret, locked away in the hopes that this boy

This person, may be healed of some sort of ailment

The disease of absolute dependence

He returned from his disappearance, hair shaved

Skin clear, mind dry, he called me to his home for forbidden play

I provided the means, and we partook in the gateway to his disease

As i drowned in my old pleasure

My old-truly old friend green with illegality 

I spied a change in the air, circulating around Edmund

His eyes wide, his mood more and more paranoid, he confessed

"My soul doesn't want this anymore, Its beautiful"

Tears choked back behind his face refused to flow

And he told me it was but his will denying their appearance

He thanked me as if I had done him some favor

He thanked me for his release

He's free, I helped my still tormented friend become free

It was then that i decided to write along the papers crease

Write and speak of Edmund's release