if i had on a straight jacket, if i was

locked in a room with padded walls

and the sharp sound of violins as

they cut through my heart, dulling

the pain; if i was left alone to me,

(I would be at peace, could breath).

now i only need my fractured —

thoughts: false, yes, but also true

in the purest sense of the word, for

falsehood is my friend in this

kingdom of clean eyes and blind walls

where tears can fall dry and all

battles are won