I am just hanging on to the tail of a beast, not the head of the demon.
Choice has only given me two options
I want to let go, , I do,
I speak to the walls around me; I tell them who I am
I know they have a master; one they don’t question.
I want to be still with peace, , I do
I am trying to catch the tail of an angel
She keeps running,
I keep slipping.
The smell of white powder hunts me as I sleep
It makes me run with no choice, ,