Meet My Dementia

Walking DeadmanWalking Deadman Posts: 7
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Feeling of the walls closing in
should I run and hide
should I stay and fight?

Maybe now
now its time
to fight the war inside my head
time to say hello to the real me

in hindsight my dark past
Is my only sanity
using the excuse of the wicked
using the truth as my guide

As the war rages on
From shape to sound
I fall before you
I am the evil man

To fight with myself
on this barren and stricken land
To show the whole world
just how good the evil is

They sent home the letter
To say M.I.A.
but the reality is
I slave in the camps of prey

When darkness doth fade
And light starts to shine
All that is said is

Your son Died a brave man
Yet I'm not dead
I'm alive inside my head
But still my enemies see my pain

As frustration sets in
anxiety runs high
you find that the truth
is your disposable head
Now more war pigs have the power
Hand of god has struck the hour
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
OH LORD YEAH!!!!!!
Ozzy and Black Sabbath
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Comments

  • twin2twin2 Posts: 894
    What an intense struggle. I somewhat understand this one. This is another one that really made me think.
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