I Am Afraid of Myself
(Unhinged)
Windows shutter
Doors swing free
All of it
Coming unhinged because of me.
Whirlwinds blow;
Quakes shake then withdraw,
Only to return with a more dangerous claw;
That cuts and bleeds
And feeds and needs.
This devilish menace that's pestering me
In dream state or state street must flee, flee, flee, flee!
It must let me be and set me free;
Go back to its shackle house,
So I can see me.
Copyright © Randy Biffany | Year Posted 2016
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