I fear no living thing, nor dead.
No monsters hide beneath my bed.
I've heard and seen my share
Of ghosts. I find them harmless;
More than most of all that
Walks and thinks and breathes,
That carries blades or guns, and
Bleeds. But all I find a fright to be
Is resting deep inside of me.
There's Weakness there, it's hiding
Well, it's cunning, slippery, strong
As hell. There's Fury too; a
Juggernaut -awakened by a single
Thought. But enemy to them is Soul,
Its agent's name is Self Control.
It cages them with Love and Care,
And ties them down with
Self-Aware.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
I fear no living thing, nor dead.
No monsters hide beneath my bed.
I've heard and seen my share
Of ghosts. I find them harmless;
More than most of all that
Walks and thinks and breathes,
That carries blades or guns, and
Bleeds. But all I find a fright to be
Is resting deep inside of me.
There's Weakness there, it's hiding
Well, it's cunning, slippery, strong
As hell. There's Fury too; a
Juggernaut -awakened by a single
Thought. But enemy to them is Soul,
Its agent's name is Self Control.
It cages them with Love and Care,
And ties them down with
Self-Aware.
