There's a song in my head.
That fills me with dread.
A song no one can see.
This song is my unfinished Symphony.
It's so beautiful, but was never meant to be.
The Symphony and what it sings to me.
What is art that only I understand.
Why should I sail if I will never find land.
It's trapped inside and I can't let it out.
No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I shout.
Though maybe perhaps, a form of solace i can find.
In the knowledge that which imprisons my mind.
For forever unfinished, and forever impure.
It's that blank space, that means so much more.
Because though I will never write that last verse.
All who listen will know my madness
My curse.