"Standing in the way of yourself"

In the
Heat of the moment
You really don't realize what types of things
Are going on as I the sickly black disregard
Latch on to the center of your being, your mind, your soul
Continuing to escalate pushing you further further further
Along an increasingly destructive path: "More! More! More!"
I speak the words that weigh enough to make quite a
      sound when they come down
I raise the weapon: your own thoughts, not wishing to take part
      but already an accomplice in matters of your heart

I bring them down again, again, again

Again,

Again;

Again...

Again.

Whose thoughts? Your thoughts.
Stained tainted... my touch!
No where. for them. to go. but down.
Bloody mess, they.

"*sigh*"

Come spiral down with me.
Oh yes, you know it's down.
Down, down, down we go!
C'mon! Give us a frown!

... sure, share your saccharine semi-circle with the masses.
Keep me a secret.
I'll be slowly, subtly shifting you to step in sordid directions

Shell out pessimism, sell out sanguinity
The show I'm putting on solely for you!
Stinging, acidic words about how unsatisfactory you are!
"Stupid failure! Quit! Fuck success, assuming you can achieve
      anything! *scoff*"
All sent to you spectacularly shining through as the set plays on,
Me: the singer, you: the ensnared crowd
Mind too sullied by what I'm saying to separate from the speech

Let me play on your organs,
making beautiful, dark, music in your halls.
Strumming the strings of your heart
Sucking the marrow of your bones
Seizing the small of your chest
Your lungs! How rapturous the notes are!
My pluckings rise up through your windpipes as exasperated sighs
      or compressed sobs
Complaints that might interest the coroner!
A true beauty, true art, these sounds are to me.
They inspire me to keep playing.

And sure, you might become aware
You might just realize I am there

And then I will be willed away
Pulled sadly from the instruments I play

But mark my words and mark them well
As surely as old "time will tell:"

Your emotions will one day sink too low
And I'll be back again for another go.

Sleep well, my silent symphony.