In high fidelity I hear

A ravaged man

Screaming at the world

He talks of razors and

Deception.

And still finds time for

Clairvoyant discussion.

His symphony, an army.

A sentry for any circumstance.

Be it fighting relentless demons

Or his own rogue hands.

He is the ruler of dreams

No other man can.

I listen closely

To miss nothing.

A whisper, too far

I NEED more!

Though

I crave more than deserved

Even then, it’s never enough.

Longing to live these tragedies

For my sorrow would finally be

Relevant.

Awaiting your next call to arms

Years in the making.

Touring roadie cars

Medication ritual to keep Your

Body an individual

To prevent the demon from

Unleashing a new heathen

Relapse, collapse

The story of your life.

I pray for your body

To repent the sickness

To return your health.

But I pray far too much

I’ve not control over

God’s unholy rule

That man must live or die

With the ebb of lunar tides

Wash away the unsuspecting

Lulling the silver spooned

He displays prejudice

For all who speak against his

Ancient ruse.