Curtains surround me, trimmed in lace
Glimpsed for an instant, a dim memory,
curtailed by thoughts, i can't place,
engulfed by the monster that resides in me.
Sweat drenched, teeth clenched, I fear the worst,
unable, unwilling, but determined,
to conjure up and conquer this curse.
No need for Sunday sermon
The beast prevails, a chameleon
Morphing into emotions and feelings,
that even I cant change or contradict,
Instead Im here kneeling,
pleading with the voices, bargaining
wagering, bartering trying to
bring this to a cease
While the monster becomes irate
I can hear it's laughter, it's mockery
The voices concur in hypothycy
The monster and I living dual
I walk the day, and it rules the night
lying in wait to spring it's trap,
afraid to close my eyes again
in fear I wont wake up myself.