blistered harmony

My thoughts, they try to build a wall of reason,
A fragile fortress against the rising tide.
But every brick, it crumbles out of season,
No logic left for this dark, internal ride.

I wear a smile, a mask for every stranger,
While deep inside, the silence screams its name.
A constant hum, a whisper of the danger,
Playing its own twisted, broken game.

This fevered beat, a rhythm in my soul,
A broken chord, beyond my own control.
Harmonic chaos, where the shadows play,
Stealing the light from every single day.
A twisted truth, a beauty I can't find,
Leaving an unbalanced, fractured mind.

What is this feeling I cannot outrun?
It makes me laugh when fear has just begun.
It comes and goes like a flickering flame,
Drowning softly in the falling rain.

It finds me calm.
It leaves me wild and twisted.
It knocks me down,
And leaves me raw and blistered.
¬¬BH

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   • harmonic dissonance  ÷ cognitive harmony