Tyranny of Conscious Thought

It'd be easier if
I was buried alive,
The monster inside
Would have to die.

It'd be easier if I was
Taken out and put down,
Then the thousand noises
Would have to drown.

It'd be easier to stop-
To think with control.
Instead of feeling like
I'm searching for a hold.

It'd be easier to breath,
If it wasn't breathing.
If it was just an image
In my eye receding.

At the end of the tunnel is
A piano and it plays the key
Softly swirling notes that
Make me think it'll be easy.

I can bury these thoughts,
I can fight their words.
There will be only scars
Where the monster burned.

The piano still plays
Still guides me out,
Every time I hear
That monster shout.