Schizophrenia (Or Velvet Descent)

In this suspended darkness
I gather to myself
Pockets full of silence
And hold them close
Unable to pick-up the words
Tugging at my mind and
Tricking my tongue
I will refuse your voice
And turn your words away
They aren't mine
You have failed to see me as I am
You imagine me this pure thing
Some lucid creature of your own design
Never seeing the heavy velvet
That tangles my heart
The heart that begs
For your doubt and mistrust
My soul
I wear it with pride
In this close strange place
Where I meet myself
And trade places
Someplace in my dark
You press your voice
To the cloth of my mind
"Have you ever
Seen anything
So possible as
Beauty justified?"
Your voice haunts me
Then it's your hands
You hold out to me
For me to touch and take hold of
But I can't
I don't want to be in your saving
Because once there
I would linger amongst the shadows
Of predictable emotions
Better it is
I stay encased in this velvet
Waiting for you...
To hear the words my heart wants to say

The words that you will not hear.