Whispers in thy head unbeknownst to most
Scream about the corruption of thy soul.
To hap and smiles thy body plays host
Seeing the world through the mask of a mole.
Jagged intentions are dulled by thy tongue,
Thy mouth purifies the exit of air,
True colors of heart are veiled by a lung
And with this world another self thy share.
What if inward time stands still at midnight?
And the coming of days brings forth no rays?
Does thou contribute to a world of blight
When eternal night inside thyself stays?
My ears must be open, eyes must be wide
If I am to fight these devils inside.