Demon shrieks and angel kisses encompass all of dawn. All of dawn.
Time slips past like an elusive shadow, it’s gone. It’s gone.
I’ll fall apart in your arms today as my dilemma bursts into flames. Into flames.
I’m tired of your broken promises, of your deception, and your claims. Your claims.
I’m angry and I very well know I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be.
Yet somehow I’m frustrated with my convoluted plea. Plea.
My mind is burning from the insanity, from questioning myself. Myself.
Books and memories are toppling off the shelf. The shelf.
I don’t see an end, I don’t see the way out. The way out.
I scream, shriek, squander, scold, and shout. And shout.
But nothing seems clear, I’m surrounded by haze. By haze.
Someone, something, somehow – release me from this blundering blaze. Blaze.
These voices inside my head – I hate them and I curse them every day. Every day.
Can anyone let me know – how to find my way? How to find my way?