soundless noise —
like an unseen, unseeable fog, it fills the air
choking all reason; twisting, spinning blind faith
trapped in its cloudy bubble, I struggle
to see its face...
at infinite distances we lock our gaze
too bitter to stay
too curious to sway
my dissonant nerves buckle as I stare through the haze
I took my eyes away,
looking back into myself;
but it sensed my thoughts astray,
and laughed as it spoke like an elf:
you must master me, my lad
for it is clear to me that you are sad.
my kind, we wonder what you are
indeed, it appears you have traveled far.
but freedom, lad, freedom from this is in your reach
though, regrettably, it is not mine to teach
you see, lad, to conquer himself and be free,
one must first overcome me.
for I am your emotions, your deepest self;
I confuse, elate, and threaten your health
sleezily, yes, I cloud your thought
while I wait, watch, and expect to be fought.
it is love, dear lad; yes, love that is true
true as your eyes and their deep, dark blue
free yourself now, lad; away, do not wait—
else you may find yourself beating your pate...
I took them away; shut them, damn my eyes
shook off the visions that it had given rise;
I rid myself of its rhyme and reason
ripping and shredding and tearing the fog
now I am free, free to choose
erased from my mind are its terrible blues
I am me, fighting and refusing to flee
so fear me now, uneasiness — I am free.
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