I´ve learned to control my thoughts
ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
those who listen in on my thoughts,
my logic, my sanity

I cannot let them know I don´t know
the verses, or converse in my head:
lash out at future foes,
banter with friends I´ve not yet met

The psychoaggressive minions of
your lord mock with laugher I can´t hear,
with hidden scowls they admonish me

Nothing´s sacred, Nothing´s safe:
your filthy god is omnipresent,
this undying nonentity that haunts
my every waking dream

They watch me, his mortal flock,
they know me now by sight alone:
my thoughts are too well concealed...
Yet I sense more scrutiny

Fleeting lucidity´s too loud for me,
let me be my silent self:
our existences irreconciled

Make them stop! I´m rotting fast...
The answer, painful though it may be,
is change

Alter my outer shell...
The listener´s may not, then, know it´s me
Open Face Surgery: short of pain
and long on masquerade
Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight
nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?