Being a dreamer in a dreamless world.
Trying to make sense of the senseless and the absurd.
It is not one, it is not two, it is not three, but it is four that meet the unknown.
This knocks you out.
This wakes you up.
This quiets the demons.
This keeps you sane.
But, where is the one that makes you happy ?
Can you stuff happy in a pill ?
Can you take pieces of them inside of you ?
Devour them till your veins turn blue ?
Crucify the demons with your mother’s prayers.
Justify your sins with your father’s blade.
This will forever be the mystery.
Of what became of my history.