i have given up my heart
to one who wishes not to hold
whispered secrets to a world
where words are bought and sold
mechanical man moves mindlessly
through days and nights
dark and light
fingers move
notes come out
there is little doubt
that only the fool hears their
hollow ring
cannot sing
only hoarsely shout
in an empty room
the same words over
and again
the same mad mantra
as reason slips away...