Decrepit Id

All I hear is what I wanna hear

Echo chamber between my ears

I’ve lost myself over the years

Taken on great many fears

Someth'n cold, dead within my eyes

Around my heart I’m breeding flies

Limbs at will-

Branched & contorted

Behold my pale face

Absent expressions retorted

Coiled & tense

Ready to strike

Vacant & empty

I’m no longer Mike

God willing

Some infamous villain

Or a fractured dam

With mighty waters a spillin’

Decrepit Id...

Friendless-endless

Defensive, yet

Blatantly candid

So there’s no tellin’

By words I’m a spellin’

What the beast is a smellin’

Nor dreams that I’ve held in

Countdown--Zoom!

Bam--Bam--Boom!

Laughter--Sadness...

Ego eclipse

Bi-polar madness

--Last glance by chance

In blue light of the moon

Nightfall will be dawning soon

Conscious--Alive--Arise

Subconscious Id--Survive--Despise

An implosion within a

Windowless room...

And within that encircled, subtle plume

Self preservation still...

Rushes towards all doom

Again Id eliminating choices

Relentless whispering voices...

’Mourning is wasted...

On others you’ll never know...’

’Burning...taste it...

It all died so long ago...’