Artiste’s
Curse
See my
weakness rise and it’s no surprise
My
constant battle against me, a reprise
You get
that half-year gap, but it’s a trap
I know
the signs and then the decline
Am I two
into one, the quantum expression?
At the
same time in a surreal position
Fighting
for suppression in volition
Always it
breaks and it’s a slide back down
So I do
and declare just once or twice
It’s me
doing but my mind is telling
Alas, the
urge towards, is the emotional filling
Once more
the self-betrayal and then the guilt
When it’s
early, it’s not too late to close the gate
Just once
and, the calm returns
It’s easy
now to think I’ve allayed
Will this
time see me at last not be self-betrayed?
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