Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dutchman

Subtle dissonance
Starts to seep
From my instrument
Of banality

Useless sentiment
Pours from my mouth
The words are grandiloquent
But it's just sound

Just vapid lies
Told to ease my mind
And ignore the sharp-edged dread
That looms above my head

The tremors start again
It's worse this time
It's impossible to pretend
That I'm alright

But I can't articulate
This certainty
That if I open the floodgates
I'll be washed out to sea

I'm bursting at the seams
I just want to scream
What a sound I'll make
When my defenses break



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Biskind
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