How do I etch the dichotomy of my soul?
To reconcile that inner demon
To tame the beast
I press on

Can I paint the cognizance of my being?
Am I the potter?
To mold cast iron
I am the clay

To what end do I harness the cacophony?
What decibel suits your fancy?
Shall we now dance?
Satisfied in your comfort

Is it a monster to be loosed?
Or a butterfly awaiting metamorphous?
Should the shit hit the fans?
Do you see my dilemma?
I would spare you from the mess

I have made my bed of tears
I lay in the warmth of my own filthy sorrow
And I am drowning.