3/28/18
Lies are the ties of our minds
"I'm Fine"'s what we say, and what we say blinds.
We're waiting for the sun to shine.
But the sun is hiding between the lines
Of the cages of our minds.
They're trapping us inside.
We are not our own,
We are the Owned.
To the Demons we are pets
Bound to bring our blood as sacrificial trinkets.
Chained and at the mercy
Of profound misery
Making the mental murder of a metaphysical martyr
Melt between the pages of pain and panic
Fighting the Demons
Has never been pleasing
Fidget, fidget,
Twitch, twitch,
The effort is making my mind itch.
They've won round one,
Do I have the vitality for another one?
