The Crown Of Consciousness

Within the darkness, I found myself drowned,

beneath a misunderstood nothingness.

On my head, a bloodied and broken crown, 

And all around me, the bliss of ignorant clowns,

circling my beaten body, with smiles turned upside down—

the sinister laughter that came after… 

They came for my crown! 

But I—I still had consciousness… Oh, the ignorance! 

They ripped it from my head,

and now I was dead, or so I thought,

and so I fought, and I fought,

and I bled, and I bled.

And I fell apart. 

My crown was my art, 

the only art I’d ever known.

It came to me in a dream,

but that dream seemed oh too far,

like a lost memory of the unknown,

the author of my own anxiety. 

And to write it off like another repetitive day,

There was more for me to say,

more for me to howl to the wind, 

and ride the storm in its passing—

My resolve was everlasting. 

And so I put myself back together.

I felt stronger than ever.

I could defeat these clowns,

and regain my rightful crown,

I could find my seat on the throne,

a legacy that will last forever. 

And so it will be,

for forever has yet to happen,

and so we’ve yet to see, 

that the clowns weren’t as they seemed—

Men, hiding behind their masks. 

Too insecure to show their true faces,

I let them beat me in too many places,

and I was done… no more. 

I also deserved to exist.

And with a single thought, 

the men disappeared,

they were gone. 

It was then that I realized,

that these men, these clowns,

were fragments of my own imagination,

holding me down, throwing me to the ground,

and praying for me to die…

But I refuse, I will not comply. 

I will live and light this fuse,

And I will fight my way through the darkness.

I'll find my way back to the light,

because that is what I choose,

And my choice is consciousness,

not ignorance.