Sad Melody of Pain

The piano man in my head plays the sad songs
All the beautiful actors without faces enact the memories
How do I interpret their emotions?
I sit at the horizon of my eyes fishing the golden tears
I put them in a basket and shove it into my throat
Thanks to the technology, I can hear my dead man
But the curiosity of my imagination knows no bounds
All it wants is to take a peek behind that veil
Unknowing it will be stripped naked and drowned
The fists clinch often, wish I could punch the others out of my head
At times I wonder if this is a dream, Am I even real
All I wish for is silence. A clean slate.
Do we even need another soul to listen to us?
Would they understand the language?
I see a humongous scissor flying towards me
While I struggle to free myself from the cobweb
Oh the silky threads you see from afar, they aint as beautiful as you think they are
Its more like carefully knit thorny threads
If only the scissors could cut me free
May be then I will fall from the skies into the deep waters
May be I will sleep away and silence the noise
May be then I can bury all of you in my head forever
If only it wasn't for your woman,
Wouldn't I have found a way out by now...