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Mob
of chaos
out for blood like a pack of wolves. Out for control of my soul. I try to outlast the deep dark secret; there's someone else lost inside me. Multiple choice. Which one is me? A, B, C, or all of the above? Can you help me? ...help me find me? I have a bruise. I didn't fall. The light was on in the hall. The pictures are rearranged on my wall. Through a cracked mirror someone else stares back at me. Shit! I'm possessed. I hear laughing when I cry. I tell the truth. He tells more lies. She's in my veins she loves the rain she loves to tell me how I'm insane... I'm sent to this corner of the mind while they party in the living room. I'm never invited. I need precision, an exorcism, delete them from my mind... |
Or could I let them in?
These thoughts
and personas
are like a room
full of out of control children.
God knows where they've been...
But they don't seem to like the light.
I need to find
each and every last one
and give to them love,
and then we can be free.
We can't hide
from the end of time
forever...
Where we merge in Oneness
as Love...
as Us.
© 1990 & 1997 by David Bozzi
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