I
heard the sound slowly surround
My
walls and fill my ears
Music
sublime that filled my cold
And
silent eyes with tears
I lay
in bed as still as dead
And
let the music in
I let
it take control of me
And
wipe away the din
Ah
that din, that dreadful noise
That
resides in my head
Oh I
have wished a thousand times
That
I could be dead
But no,
I cannot lift a toe
And
cannot blink an eye
I am
not allowed to live
Nor
allowed to die
I
lie, I lie upon this bed
I lie
all day and night
A
dweller of the dreadful dark
I
only dream of light
And
then there is the noise
Oh
that ghastly noise that comes
That
lives inside my head
The
screams, the pain, the guilt the shame
Of
the damned and dead.
The
dead are creatures merciless
The
dead are creatures vile
I
used to kill once, long a go
I
used to kill and smile
This
was because the killing was
The
freedom that I had
But
they caught me like a dog
And
told me I was mad
Mad
they told me, barking mad
A
killer drowned in sin
A
monster, not a man, they said
I
thought I’d let them win
I
thought I’d let them think they’d won
I am
not man, but beast
And
so I let them think they’ve won
For a
greater feast
I am
to make of mortal minds
To
feed upon their sorrow
If I
don’t get my way today
My
day shall be tomorrow
But
the music continues
And
beats into my soul
It
fills my chest with heaviness
Renders
my insides cold
I am
sedated, prisoner to
The
confines of this bed
But I
simply cannot deny
The
joy that fills my head
The
notes that ring, this voice that sings
And
pierces through the dream
It
makes me see a different me
And
drowns the wails and screams
I
know not what I am or was
Nor
what I shall be
All I
know is this music
And
this music is me.
