I`ve learned to control my thoughts
ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
those who listen in on my thoughts,
my logic, my sanity
I cannot let them know I don`t know
the verses, or converse in my head:
lash out at future foes,
banter with friends I`ve not yet met
The psychoaggressive minions of
your lord mock with laugher I can`t hear,
with hidden scowls they admonish me
Nothing`s sacred, Nothing`s safe:
your filthy god is omnipresent,
this undying nonentity that haunts
my every waking dream
They watch me, his mortal flock,
they know me now by sight alone:
my thoughts are too well concealed...
Yet I sense more scrutiny
Fleeting lucidity`s too loud for me,
let me be my silent self:
our existences irreconciled
Make them stop! I`m rotting fast...
The answer, painful though it may be,
is change
Alter my outer shell...
The listener`s may not, then, know it`s me
Open Face Surgery: short of pain
and long on masquerade
Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?