October 21, 2005

Who is this person inside of my head?
Who is this person who wants me so dead?
What is this monster inside of me?
Why can’t I ever seem to break free?

The blood and the pain, the images fall
The cascade covers my heart like a wall
Hopeless despair resides deep within
Anger burns life from the hearts of all men

What of me, left to struggle, to die on my own
I could end this charade with a call of the phone
But I won’t lift the dial to save my own hand
For I am a prisoner in this wretched land

(c) jl 2005

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