Tap Tap, Tap Tap
Drumming on the table
Tick Tack, Tick Tack
Humming on the keys
Drip Drip, drip drip
Tripping on the sidewalk
Tripping away at ease
Oh thou hermit,
You want too much,
A cost you shall pay for it,
You must come out and play
The beast has to be tamed,
The throbbing heart must be maimed,
For being broken is required,
Your bliss poor hermit is not desired
Them they crayon smiles on the plastered faces
But your hearty laughter is a prick
Shadow thy face with grime,
For pure sparkly eyes; a crime
As I walk the streets of horrid misery
Of dark wallowing shrouded by stifling smiles
The sirens scream an excruciating song in the streets
The streets of murderous thoughts
I want to scream with them
Throw off this façade of sanity
I pant with breathlessness
A racing beat thuds raucously within
The surface of painted water
Droplets don’t ripple across
They drown down to the abyss
The abyss where my torturers dance
Dance over the body of my murdered damsel
A body of passion, music, poetry, love; of insanity
Now strewn with heartless rips across the heart
Oh why you stood so tall and proud?
Why so strong and sane?
Did you not know the gruesome Cold runs free?
Rampaging over cheerful souls; draining merry drops of red
Did you not know it cannot see?
A tranquil Oak in peaceful glee
Did you forget, the dancing damsels are an eye sore?
To these gluttonous hoarders of joy
Why my beautiful did you stand so secure?
So girded in joy, so sound and so sure
Why did you not pretend some more?
Pretend to be as insane as they want you to be
But not as insane as you honestly feel
Why did you put on the mask of sanity?
Why hide behind the mask of ordinary?
You think you blocked out querulous peeks?
You think you were screening out trouble?
But look what you got yourself into
No one comes to your banquet hall
Your mask became so real it fooled
The dear ones and even the dearest of all
And yet you chose to tower strong
To hide the blotches of stinging drops
And so they sneered at your standing proud
And then came upon you in a crowd
And now you lie here lifeless and strewn
The dim light of life so lazily moving within
They see you are dead and are happy to see
But I know you stubbornness will quell all their glee
What shall you get out of this mask of ordinary?
But only uncaring souls painting your living grave