My head wields no song today no song to wake the dead My head wields no song today my shining bane be fed. The feathered spirits sing today of peace and all be one My head wields no song today the questions make me numb. The music keeps the thoughts at bay serenades them all to sleep but my head wields no song today they now commence their creep. They creep up from all sides today their eyes burn through my brain their slimy claws grab hold today the blackness my sanity drain. Their brown fangs in my ball of clay their poison swims in my veins Grey ball of clay captive today How long this siege be lain? Paralyzed, defenses down the clay turns black with soot the demons have broken through today the seeds of doubt take root. Insecure, the fortress falls destruction and rot in wake Yet far below, in black, a secret weapon here to take. Up from the ash and through the smoke Euterpe, now, rise! Her luminous wings now spread wide song in mouth and fire in eyes. Rage, melodious flames, today! Enchant, o song! blow deep Cleanse mind from this bane today Sing them all to sleep! Marcio Bonilla

“Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye— Much Sense — the starkest Madness — ‘Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent — and you are sane — Demur — you’re straightway dangerous — And handled with a Chain —” Oh, my limbs you can restrain — But my mind you can’t contain — Are Mania and Dementia Waltzing in my brain? -----------------o----------------- Oh, is something wrong with me? Oh, I’m boggled as can be — No matter how hard I focus Your Sense I do not see! All You crazy people, what do you got to say? Crazy’s normal; Normal’s crazy in this play! And if you ask me I’d rather Be crazy any day!

“You run not towards sanctuary but from your fears” That’s quite the pill in your heat-oppresséd eye Masochistic sheep grazing progress “You’ve brought about your own hell” Don’t fear the demon The demon is you Burn anything you’re afraid of, anything you can’t control Be wary of the truth you buy and sell Tell me who’s your shepherd and I’ll tell you what you are “You’ve brought about your own hell” Don’t fear the demon The demon is you Now as the darkness closes in Scratch your brains and wonder why Feel the evil wind in your lungs Its origins are much closer than you think All this time with your windows sewn shut Celebrating what you think is progress

It’s peeling. Your veil is peeling off the red dead paper. One less fiber One less nerve Little more raw Little more stone Hanging by a hair Turn around Pressed in again

Rise! Rise! the burning of the eyes is irresistible Come here, my dear you’re sure to hear the concerto of dead. (tends to stick to your head) In line you’re fine obey pianississimo your god-forsaken divine Flow through, Blood, flow true burn the pig-skin veil and bury your divine god-forsaken (Vampire pig’s requiem)