RMC

Heaven tore me grief
as a child I felt a trauma
and pain abstain leave
does a beautiful drama.

Inside I’m a Rockstar
filling the void I was toil
and fighting spirits far
as my blood it does boil.

Make this machine clean
I am mean dear fear my
addiction by all means
come spy on what I rely.

Trip in the dirt I sprung
my evil thoughts I ought
to devulge but I won’t for
my sins were paid for bought.

Isolated I feel the real
voices of evil pursuit I suit
the need all that I feel
will be an absolute.

I need to feel something
in the night it makes me ill
so I numb it down sting
does the sensation the thrill.

Everyone goes away I stay
to play the tune for the day.
I need vigor in my ways
I suppose victory needs to play.

In games I’ve played I tire
for the ire of facing a liar
whose lion roars about me
and whose torture is fire.

I need my own love of me
to see I breath I need please
to see the need of it in me
the air the wind and the sea.