I’m not really here
I am
But not really
Grey winds cast a shadow
On the valleys of sanity
Leaving me a little south.
Medusa has let her serpents out.
Oh how they dance with glee
On the head of humanity
And Medusa, she rejoices
As her offspring feed
Those children crying are me
Those mothers dying are me
Those lands lying ravaged are me
My rainbow is black and white
My nightmares are technicolor
My God lies languishing at the altar of Medusa
This life seems different
Not like someone else’s
But not mine either
I am not really here
I am
But not really
(Excerpt: I Used To Be A River: Verses From The Edge of Sanity.)
