Solemnity of Peace

The solemnity of my peace lays, in a room of pure white At the corner, seating wide-eyed in a room full of nothing in sight As it always is, it has a flaw The “solemn peace” is just a mask drawn Bounded I am by this jacket I can do nothing at all but be quiet As quiet define peace and solemnity Yet why do I feel disturbed so greatly? For there is chaos in my reverie And suspicion in my war's serenity Quiet thought run rampant in mind As nightmares trespass my reality Sitting with wide staring eyes, body rocking back and forth Silent laughing lips, wide smile and yellow teeth Hair long and black swaying with the still air At the sight of me, would you dare help? Guard always up, never waver Still seating wide-eyed since forever I am mad, they say, always will Bounded by this jacket of the madman, still Welcome to the Solemnity of my peace