Withdrawing ones self from the ATM of life can lead to a bankruptcy of the mind.
Declined transactions of transparency.
I've become the victim of ruthless ideas that crumble the bridges to reality's shore. A firestorm of debate, my tears immured by the flames.
The Angels and the Devils perched on my shoulders speak with conflicting tongues.
What's right?
What's wrong?
One serenades of overcoming prophecies as the other disruptively objects.
My Cognitive Dissonance.
My illness's ballad.
"Listen to my song
the ushers of my light
I will not steer you wrong
my wings give birth to flight...."
"Hear my enumeration
it anesthetizes your heart
your feeling's bifurcation
this world tears you apart.."
"I'll give you liberation
my hands embrace your soul
love will free your aberration
My hopes will make you whole...".
"Your Angel's song is blather
my screams you must take heed
I give you my Laissez Passer
grant your impulse's every need.."
These taunting voices bounce of the walls leaving a ringing in my ears. I'm helplessly dodging the descending bombs. An explosive vehemence on my combative soul. I'm crouching in the corner attempting to make them cease.
Louder. Louder. Louder.
"Reckless acts make you binge
I'll motivate you to traipse
audacity's flames painfully singe
leaving only false ecstasy...."
"Capitulating is mere weakness
that's how you'll be perceived
Will you wait with silent meekness?
or roll up your combat sleeves?..."
"Hope's song will never falter
will you give in to sinful deeds?
your Devil will place you on his alter
only to ignore remorseful pleas... "
These messages have transformed into warriors, leaving me caught between enemy lines. There's no way to single out the still small voice inside this clamorous auditorium in my mind.
Today I'm held hostage within this altercation. Devils and Angels will have their way and when the dust settles so will I.
Declined transactions of transparency.
I've become the victim of ruthless ideas that crumble the bridges to reality's shore. A firestorm of debate, my tears immured by the flames.
The Angels and the Devils perched on my shoulders speak with conflicting tongues.
What's right?
What's wrong?
One serenades of overcoming prophecies as the other disruptively objects.
My Cognitive Dissonance.
My illness's ballad.
"Listen to my song
the ushers of my light
I will not steer you wrong
my wings give birth to flight...."
"Hear my enumeration
it anesthetizes your heart
your feeling's bifurcation
this world tears you apart.."
"I'll give you liberation
my hands embrace your soul
love will free your aberration
My hopes will make you whole...".
"Your Angel's song is blather
my screams you must take heed
I give you my Laissez Passer
grant your impulse's every need.."
These taunting voices bounce of the walls leaving a ringing in my ears. I'm helplessly dodging the descending bombs. An explosive vehemence on my combative soul. I'm crouching in the corner attempting to make them cease.
Louder. Louder. Louder.
"Reckless acts make you binge
I'll motivate you to traipse
audacity's flames painfully singe
leaving only false ecstasy...."
"Capitulating is mere weakness
that's how you'll be perceived
Will you wait with silent meekness?
or roll up your combat sleeves?..."
"Hope's song will never falter
will you give in to sinful deeds?
your Devil will place you on his alter
only to ignore remorseful pleas... "
These messages have transformed into warriors, leaving me caught between enemy lines. There's no way to single out the still small voice inside this clamorous auditorium in my mind.
Today I'm held hostage within this altercation. Devils and Angels will have their way and when the dust settles so will I.
