Death Pulls the Strings

Alluring thoughts Come at the clocks latest hour Sanity chased its dream To regain its power Madness creeping to take back control As I walk down the wooden hall alone Bugs are in my mind, scratching, bitting, Raven plucking at my eye, while chanting Die, Die, Die God must be sleeping For if he knew what the Angel makes me do He would remove the madness That oozing goo that's clogging my mind Walking down the street in the night Face only exposed in the light Palms to forehead, slapping Trying to regain rationality Delusions of my sin to come Fighting, trying to turn around and run Madness found my sanity Raven eating, there is no remedy I'm the puppet, Death pulls my strings I need to cut them, I'll go the extreme Knife to wrist, cutting, Blood now flowing, conscious slipping, Light is fading, Death.... You can have me R.K.H 10/09/2021