from the piano

not talking to yourself
see – that’s the first sign of madness | don’t talk to yourself long enough and you might think you don’t like you anymore | there are plenty of things to be afraid of | but yourself
i don’t know | nah bullshit i know how it works
i’ve been there | shit scared out of my brains | it happens you know you stop talking to yourself
growing all around your brain are alien things | things that don’t belong | things that you know are coming from you | but from all the places you haven’t seen yet
or don’t know about or thought you’d demolished left behind erased destroyed etc. etc. etc.

it’s dark
it’s dark and you are alone
no-one is coming for you
hate nor love
there is no-one
so no-one will know
no-one will hear you
your words
your tears
your hopes dreams loves dispairs apathies boredom fears fears fears etc. etc. etc.

and then there is

and then there isn’t

so
even when there are folk around | don’t forget to talk to yourself | you’ll go crazy then
or worse
you’ll become simple normal featureless and safe | in a place that is neither happiness dispair or anything inbetween
it is nothing

what am i talking about
i wasn’t listening
you bullshit artist | yes you were
yes
yes i was