The silence in my Head

The Silence in my Head

Often time the thing that hurts the most is not other people,

Other words pounding upon my cranial cavity tend to hurt much worse.

An opponent in which I cannot see,

A ringleader and referee,

Both filled with hate and jealousy,

Are changing the odds of this fight for me,

As I'm fighting the Silence in my Head.

One of these thoughts in which I have,

Come under Silence's Reign inside my head,

A thought of death and eternal gloom,

As I will never make a fashionable groom,

A thought of love that's had then lost then had again,

I must be going mad again,

Pop a few more pills and we will see,

Just what the Silence has in store for me.

Now I look to the second Silence inside my Head,

His voice like screaming that never ends,

A mechanical monster climbing my walls,

Just as another is painting my halls,

With blood and bile,

Maybe I shall stay a while,

For there is nowhere else to go.

Now the third of the Silence within my head,

Is of that of books,

Where people are hanging from meat hooks,

Inside this cave where darkness never reigns,

And dreams don't fly above the waves,

They come in flocks they come in troves,

They swoop right in these big black doves,

To pick at my eyes but leave my skull,

For Silence must have a trophy.

Now the fourth of the Silence within my head,

Which is far worse than the others,

Is the one of life and misery,

For that is what is in store for me,

This hellish realm inside my head,

Full of nightmares and much dread,

I cannot escape this world I created,

Once made of joy and exultation,

Now filled with fear and tribulation,

Is the place I must roam till I find the key,

To leave this realm that was made for me,

For the Silence within my head is me.