Re-Legion

He tries so hard

But he just can’t hide

From the thousand evils that haunt him

Everyone seems to know how… but he can’t figure it out

He never meant to do it…never meant to create the monster they see…

Thought he could contain it…keep it in the dark corner of his mind

But now it’s pushing him of the edge

He sits on the last pew...afraid to infect the rest

And as the sermon proceeds…all he feels is resentment

Maybe someone should just tell him he isn’t wanted here…

It’s in the noises …In the silence of their screams

He cries but they don’t see past the silence of his mime

So he smiles like a clown …a prisoner of his own humor

And he wants to let go, but he has nothing else to hold on to

They want him to be himself…well too bad for him

Coz this is all he knows…

He walks alone in a crowded street

He hears nothing but the chains he drags along

He sits by the graves seeking a remedy…an escape from the thousand voices that chatter in his mind

Here he finds solitude…acceptance among the skulls

Maybe this is where he belongs…with the dead and cold

But still his mind won’t rest

If only they never left him to fight alone

Who he is hates what they have made him become

A dead man controlled by a thousand voices 

If only they knew...that the blood once shed for them

Also sips into his cold heart

Maybe then the thousand voices would depart

And rid him of the torment.