Open Face Surgery - Cryptopsy

I’ve learned to control my thoughts

Ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:

Those who listen in on my thoughts

My logic, my sanity

I cannot let them know I don’t know

The verses, or converse in my head:

Lash out at future foes

Banter with friends I’ve not yet met

The… psychoaggressive minions of

Your lord mock with laugher I can’t hear

With hidden scowls they admonish me

Nothing’s sacred, Nothing’s safe:

Your filthy god is omnipresent

This undying nonentity that haunts

My every waking dream

They watch me, his mortal flock

They know me now by sight alone:

My thoughts are too well concealed…

Yet I sense more scrutiny

Fleeting… lucidity’s too loud for me

Let me be my silent self:

Our existences irreconciled

Make them stop!

I’m rotting fast…

The answer, painful though it may be is change

Alter my outer shell…

The listener’s may not, then, know it’s me

Open Face Surgery: short of pain

And long on masquerade

Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight

Nip here, tuck there… So who needs eyelids?