Chock-a-bloc in my mind, there is nothing but lines
Which reside in boxes of rhymes, locked from inside
As I’m watching the time, on the clock, as it chimes
I’m lost, so I hide, in these thoughts and this pride
Taught not to confide, scared somewhat, I complied
Until my cries formed a clot, began rotting…and died.
My thoughts have been tied in a knot and inscribed
‘Mr Hyde’...obviously property of my naughtier side
Imprisoned in this chrysalis mind, I twist and I cry
Its mission designed to keep me wishing I’d die
The incision to the fission, keeps the vision alive
Nutrition derived from spirits within the deprived
Sinister eyes glimmer within from sin and despise
The lies that litter my mind grow bigger in size.
…I struggle to see, muddled in the puzzles of me
I stumble in subtle deceit, and its puddles are deep
Covered in grief, I come up from its troublesome sea
…
I see the light; a little piece of peace in sight,
My eyes feast, set free from the beasts inside
No priest, they’ve ceased, I do not need a guide
The fearsome tide has died, as my tears subside
I breathe, as my brain is freed from evil and pain
Feeling relieved, I again begin believing I’m sane
The breeze isn’t freezing, the season has changed
As the diseased and profane leaves with the rain
A vicious attack on my prison, my chrysalis cracks
Dogmatism ridden, optimism glistens, my vision is back
True Love is why all of my struggles and troubles die
Looking up to the summer sky, I soar above...like a butterfly.
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