13th Hour
My own head screaming at me
every thought another fight
strangling my heart
he hid behind my tears
every possible negative thought
battling myself to do what is right
always felt like i never got it
tricking myself into situations, strung along
confusing my own confusions
mind manipulating my fears
my own hopes used against me
every day
all day long
lost my free will
god came to take over
no sense of self to cut anothers hand through me
this is the case of the crime of your century
now its gone
i keep looking at the clock
see how long it's been gone
i am sound mind
the visual images bleeding in my head
foreshadowing of next paranoias
deadlocked mind
This new silence in my head is intoxicating
the freedom to feel ok without inner harassments
one happy tear
compared to the sobbing of hours on end
for my mind wouldn't let me be
just be good, you did a great thing today
you gave your life to the lord once again
creativity no longer a weapon
see my own self differently entirely
the awe and beauty of everything
overwhelming
being reintroduced to me
the one i will never forget again
a new game for my mind to play
a new way to be ok
another point today
intoxicating 13th hour
the wave of fear when god was afraid
the muse of his own spiritual syndicate of songs and dance comforted him
to heal the hands inside his head
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