Somebody Stole His Car Radio Poem by kyle used to be nikol

there's no hiding for him
unrealistic surroundings tricking him into seeing something else
but somebody stole his car radio and he's sitting in silence
all the voices in his head are telling him to do things he wouldn't even think about

he's forced to deal with what he feels
and he paints a picture on his body
but the brush is a blade and the paint is blood
his canvas is battered but he keeps on painting

the brush is stroking his body genty
he sees this as a way out
but somebody stole his car radio and now he's sitting in silence