The Heart Acoustic

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite Clichéd, depraved, disturbing and contrived Shallow, cold, wretched, miserable, dark and any other adjective Choose to sit safely out of the sun Away from rays so blinding to the eye Singing songs someone's already sung Averting gaze from beautiful light But as complacency settles, anxieties will rise And part this soul as Jekyll parted Hyde Now I'm but half of a hollow man's lies The love, the hate, the emotional side What's the point in trying if this end result of dying? Sits persistently encloaked in dimness Life can't thrive controlled by digits I know I'm weak, I know that I'm vile But sometimes that is needed to survive That's what I'll say to rationalize I'm needed if we're to stay alive And yet, here I lie with black, sunken eyes My mind's consigned our sighs to leaden void The soul remains tempered, I remain plied Condemned 'til we are both all but destroyed But I know that one plus one can't equal two If happiness is both our truths Our total sum must equal one if we're to find that golden hue So spiralling down entropically, I beg of thee, have mercy on me I am just a boy, you see I plead of thee, have sympathy for me See how it hurts when the sound Begins to ring And you feel it start to rot And you beg for it to stop But you've already dug your lot in the ground See how the mind tricks the soul Into being something sickly, dead and cold As you feel it start to tire and fester so, so slowly Up until the point where it will finally die Just in time to see what could have been Do you want you, you automaton freak No, I can no longer bring myself to care This hollowed out vessel's beginning to creak So take control, let's see how you fare