I’m so torn and ambivalent,
That my limbs lay dismembered on the floor.
To take a nap so I can make it through another night of hell?
To pay my tithing in blood to my passion?
All day, I crave the taste of gasoline.
I don’t need it,
But the tingling of my dismembered limbs
Would help to take the edge off the strain and burning pain.
Maybe I’ll go back into hiding,
And let the world forget my existence.
I don’t want to do this anymore.
I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t breathe.
The naivete of the human soul,
And the way that temptations dangle in our way,
Can invoke the greatest of fools within us.
I was too close to see.
Too distant to hear the sirens wailing.
But the truth was just below the sand underneath my feet.
The monster hiding in plain sight
Is so well-rehearsed.
Knows just the words
To make him completely invisible.
Knows just the words to say
So that you see halos instead of horns.