I don't normally entertain demons
but tonight, I'm giving the devil his dues.
I've got a pen and pad
to write the Jailhouse Blue
so I'm ready to take on the world.
I've got my mind curled around the idea
of making each moment last
so I grab my insecurities and doubts
and kick into three years past.

I've got shoulders that I fly like sails
from the mast of my spine
and as much as I want to say that
I've been doing alright or doing just fine,
I haven't been for the better part of long time.
But if I can make it rhyme than it can make sense
so here's my two cents
spent on ink and incense.

Just so that I'm totally clear
I've given more to this than my blood
and my fear.
I'm in a mood for killing gods,
but the one in the mirror is the only one I see,
so I set the stage with anger
in place of serenity.