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It's the ***ing voice in my head that tells me all these lies
Aye, all day long I fight with myself now THAT is what had made me a little crazy
Can you imagine? If you cannot trust your own mind, what CAN you trust?
It's a melodrama, a battle born in the depths of a heart eaten away by madness but ahh,
How the soul fights back! And such a defense this is reminding you, that you are eternal
And what is all this but a minor trial in the grander design of the heavens?
How to even acknowledge the problems of a mere mortal when,
The sun and the moon and the stars continue spinning
And we are apart of that perfect circle
I understand that I am the hero, the villain,
The threshold guardian, the shadow, the trickster,
The liar, the liberator, the separation within
I am the author of my own madness
And quite a story I tell
God I confess to you all because
I know a few of you understand and I...
What have I to lose? I reveal the weakness in me
Capturing these monstrous angels and demons in
The only method I know how...the only method I have mastered
The grimoire of grammar, the gift of gab
Tormented by a neverending dialogue of wants and needs and whens and wheres
And whos and hows and how nots and what ifs and someday
There will be
Sweet
silence.
