Dark mind sitting on a shelf
Sealed in a box
To scared to let you out
A smile so fragile to change would it shatter
Sending a thousand smiling shards to the floor
A thousand smiling knives to slice the soul
Dark mind crouching in the shadows, waiting for happiness to pass by
So silent with blade in hand
Ready to cut down the sun
To slice the ropes and bring down the curtains dark
Self-doubt creeps into the corners, whispering words of defeat
A negative sun casts its eerie rays across the landscape
Sending gray to cover like a sheet the green hills that stand before you
The world of black and gray consumes
As temptation fingers slimy over the lid of the box
No longer on the shelf it sits open on a side table
A slick line of defeat like a slug whined its way into the darkness
Leaving the shell of a man to face the suns glare
Surrounded by the agonizing silence