The monster I had once slain
Has gone loose
Down my face
In a pile of blame
Like a sinister.
On a hurtful day,
In commemoration of my past love.
I see then that this heart i own
Has a brain of its own.
In love it whispers
In hate it bleeds.
Twice this dark morning
I have tried to gash my wrist
Twice I have driven the demon away in self torture.
I have refused its offer of death.
I can still listen and hear its voices hailing at me at my door.
This mind I own has a brain of it's own
In danger it whispers
In anger it speaks with my hands.
For yesterday my hands went for the throat.
Today the same hands are knotted in chains.
Tell me more father,
How shall I in your mighty
Overthrow this other man in me
For I refute to lose my soul
I refute to leave the place of the living,
I believe there is another way
To relive
Other than death.
IGGA MOSES
