The Heart Acoustic

Chonny Jash

Compositor: Chonny Jash

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 a leaden void
The Soul remains tempered. I remain plied
Condemned till 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 spiraling 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 what you want 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