I speak my heart
through hand and mind
I reach out to others
but alone I hide

I speak my heart
even if if indirect
I try to hold on
but my life is a wreck

I speak my heart
though no one listens
I cry and I shout
it makes no difference

I speak my heart
up to the sky
there is no response
so you answer this, why

He sings a song so sweet and soft
As he strokes your smooth skin
He soothes your pain and eases your worries
And he blocks out all of the din
The light flickers but you are weary
Your mind is slowing down
Something glints in the corner of your eye
But you're too tired to even frown
Your vision blurs as you slump to the floor
His voice permeates your soul
You realise now what was glinting
You struggle to rise but can't reach your goal
His song has grown sinister and twisted
As he brandishes the knife
You are helpless and hopeless
In the final moments of your life

It's like a play
A show
A film
A performance
That there is on
The scenes
And behind
The scenes
Yet on is my front
And how I seem to be
While behind
Is what I really feel