You pulled my strings
and made me move.
Your playful eyes
danced over my skin.
I am locked in a battle,
and my soul is at stake.
Every waking moment
is a constant struggle.
The fog descends like a shroud to envelop me,
Like the clouds in my mind which make me blind.
Drifting, swirling, floating, twirling it is relentless.
And its appearance brings a feeling of uncertain.
We sat in a lounge headed south,
just travelers on the silver line.
We drank and smoked
to music and stories.
The desperate ones are out tonight,
and the monsters hunt for lack of thought.
The tribes are all gathered,
on the same strip of road,
The garden of eden,
is now the house of Cain.
And the check on our savior,
has produceed some evil deeds.
Like a match lit in a dark room,
she appeared in my life.
Opening a part of my soul
which now is in control.
Do you understand what you hear?
Can you afford to see the truth?
Look past your preconceptions,
forget the stories told from a thousand lips.
He appears disguised as the rest,
but his disguise is the best.
Only a few will know his name,
the rest just call him Mr. Insane.
There are those of you who know,
and those of you who wonder.
For I know not what I do.