The killer lives inside me: I can feel him move. Sometimes hes lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room, But then his eyes will rise and stare through mine, Hell speak my words and slice my mind inside. The killer lives. The angels live inside me: I can feel them smile, Their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind And their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought. They watch me as I go to fall, well, I know I shall be caught, For the angels live. How can I be free? How can I get help? Am I really me? Am I someone else? But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom And Deaths Head throws his cloak onto the corner of my room and I am doomed, But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth And solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof, he tells me truth And I, too, live inside me and very often dont know who I am, I know, Im not a hero, I hope that Im not damned Im just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, Dictators, saviors, refugees In war and peace As long as Man lives Im just a man, and killers, angels, all are these, Dictators, saviors, refugees
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 18:50:54 +0000
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