When the hour turns twelve,
I turn as the nightmares start to dwell.
It is the only time I accept
that I create these horrors by myself.
Caution is something right man repeats;
(just as the doors all open
the rooms turn and shift
and the dead starts to speak)
Left man is firm, ethical by all means;
'There are boundaries to humanity'
I betray them all in here
consumed by vibrant insanity.
'I feel like God' I admit.
My hands dipped clean
My tongue so gentle,
as the phantoms
all scream.
Left and right are silent
when the basement door rattles
A den of demon and monsters,
waiting for me to unravel.
'Sometimes we tame monsters
like lions in a den'
Left man resists,
"These are not animals
meant
to
be
free."
Right man says none.
His head hung and his eyes calculating,
(because he knows that)
Sometimes I create the monsters,
And in the end
They're all me.
arguing over insecurities.
