Matt Mulkey Poet Bio

Me

I'm not afraid of the devil you made
Because you made me the devil
I must confess, something's grown in my chest
It hasn't made me a rebel
Make my hell into something you can sell
But something no one can ever love
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Though you may have blinded some

Me, a name I call myself
But not my real name
Just a disease you've passed onto me
To stay the same

You are afraid of the reasons you stayed
Because you stayed for the fear
Be glad you can choose which limb you lose
Whenever life isn't quite so dear
If you suggest we die like the rest
I'll leave you here to rot alone
But if you force me to carry misery
I'll come to find all my life is gone

Me, a name I call myself
But not my real name
Just a disease you've passed onto me
To stay the same

I wish I was an only son
Death is my sister, my brother is a gun
I wish I was an only son
Your name is one
To me, it's none

Me, a name I call myself
But not my real name
Just a disease you've passed onto me
To stay the same

Just a disease
Just a disease
Just a disease
To play the game

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