I've learned to control my thoughts  ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:   those who listen in on my thoughts,   my logic, my sanity    I cannot let them know I don't know  the verses, or converse in my head:   lash out at future foes,  banter with friends I've not yet met     The psychoaggressive minions of  your lord mock with laugher I can't hear,   with hidden scowls they admonish me     Nothing's sacred, Nothing's safe:   your filthy god is omnipresent,  this undying nonentity that haunts  my every waking dream    They watch me, his mortal flock,   they know me now by sight alone:   my thoughts are too well concealed...   Yet I sense more scrutiny    Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me,   let me be my silent self:  our existences irreconciled    Make them stop! I'm rotting fast...  The answer, painful though it may be,   is change    Alter my outer shell...  The listener's may not, then, know it's me  Open Face Surgery: short of pain  and long on masquerade  Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight  nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids?