It's been a while since I produced anything poetic of which I'd deem post-worthy.
But here you go, lucky chaps: A freshly baked, hot out of the oven, poem revolving
around the lucrative sensation of discovering a significant change inside yourself.
The stranger in our minds. I know it's likely a little taboo to comment on the subject
of which a poem is based before you've read it, but I wanted to get it through,
because this one lies very close to my heart.
Anyway, as Mario would say: Here we go!:
Stranger
There’s a stranger in my life
There’s a stranger in my bed
There’s a stranger by my side
There’s a stranger in my head
I can see him in my eyes
Those eyes inside the mirror
I can see him by my side
This shadow of demise
He’s walking in my sleep
He’s running by my thoughts
He’s ravaging my dreams
He’s sleeping in my keep
This stranger wants my life
This stranger wants my bed
This stranger wants my side
This stranger wants my head
I can feel him in my bed
A touch inside my soul
I can feel him in my life
This voice inside my head
I’m walking in his sleep
I’m running by his thoughts
I’m ravaging his dreams
I’m sleeping in his keep
We’re strangers, yet the same
We’re friends, and yet deranged
We’re brothers, in our minds
We’re strangers,
And the same
But here you go, lucky chaps: A freshly baked, hot out of the oven, poem revolving
around the lucrative sensation of discovering a significant change inside yourself.
The stranger in our minds. I know it's likely a little taboo to comment on the subject
of which a poem is based before you've read it, but I wanted to get it through,
because this one lies very close to my heart.
Anyway, as Mario would say: Here we go!:
Stranger
There’s a stranger in my life
There’s a stranger in my bed
There’s a stranger by my side
There’s a stranger in my head
I can see him in my eyes
Those eyes inside the mirror
I can see him by my side
This shadow of demise
He’s walking in my sleep
He’s running by my thoughts
He’s ravaging my dreams
He’s sleeping in my keep
This stranger wants my life
This stranger wants my bed
This stranger wants my side
This stranger wants my head
I can feel him in my bed
A touch inside my soul
I can feel him in my life
This voice inside my head
I’m walking in his sleep
I’m running by his thoughts
I’m ravaging his dreams
I’m sleeping in his keep
We’re strangers, yet the same
We’re friends, and yet deranged
We’re brothers, in our minds
We’re strangers,
And the same