
My back is turned to them,
Then, why am I here?
The things I want, things I crave for are hard to come by
The nightmares keep coming and,
As usual, I dine with my ancestors
Never feeling threatened
Even when I don't intend to
It's a sign, I know it's a bad sign
Why am I here?
Am mad, finally it has happened.
I fidget, cos I can't take it no more.
My neck is stiff, I made it so it won't turn,
It's robotic, the panic I feel hidden deep within

Am mad, I can't think straight,
I need a box to rest my brain,
A lock to keep my head,
And a body bag to store my flesh,
My soul needs to roam a little
It's cage is getting too small, too fast
An inch tighter and poof! I would be engulfed
Words I don't understand almost falling out of my mouth
Yet I wasn't praying,
I couldn't pray,
I can't pray
I can't even beg the devil
For he is beneath me.
Alas! I am mad and still can't think straight
Still looking looking for the box to rest my brain
The lock for my head,
And body bag to store my flesh.
My soul needs to roam a little
Dreams are no longer enough
My eyes are heavy with unspoken emotions,
As I sit, the statue in the white room
My shadow is beneath me
I do not loook down
Another might pop up
I hear myself scream in a high pitched voice
Yet no sound

The charade has to go on... This is the Mirrored ME.
Twisted and brilliant, from a crazy yet extraordinary mind.......i'my proud of this......
ReplyDeleteThe power of our own limitations is what strikes fear and weakness to our will to be God like
ReplyDeleteThe power to have our demons at our left side and hold life at right hand
We all want to evolve, transform to a realm were all we would ever feel is total peace, total power and total dominion. We all want to be next to divinity.
Funsho Dada......... Deep as always. Appreciate your comment, really.
DeleteThanks you, am flattered.
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