I was listening to an instrumental....a death metal song about hope and its opposite...and this is the resultant lyrical odyssey, only not so lyrical.
(no resemblance to anyone alive or dead. Ok, maybe dead).
Familiar sounds of your presence
topped my glass with calm
but that was once upon a time
the lullaby has lost its charm.
When I lust for the path not taken,
my angel asks if it's a sin,
my devil looks me in the eye,
turns back to the mirror for conversation.
Madness is not ordinary,
Not a guest in a motel,
Its real is what is fictionary,
Stops at the doorstep of hell.
When what is wanted is what's expected,
When what is expected is not what I get,
At the burial of my spirit,
I played the tune of regret.
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