It's not what it seems

Silence is the individual way
Without confused disordered non-functioning method
Talking approaches logically when used
Time doesn't stop, making it difficult to breath
Nothing, nothing stands in the way
Lips gasp black
Fire flames flicker
Thoughts rise
Blank canvas of murky surrounds
Visualising goes off to deeper and darker places
Breakeven with thoughts
Through beats and melody time passes
Shadows are key, with only a cover for shelter
The door opens