There’s a little man in my brain,
He and mine’s eye are one in the same
He likes to squeeze through my veins,
I pull him out by the chain of my spine.
His blood flows out of my nose,
I know it’s too late for me now.
His body is made of an otherworldly clay
There are no bones to snap as I crush him.
I will pay for this in another life surely
Or burn in the pits of Hell for eternity,
This is what the church has told me,
For murdering the little man controlling me.
There’s a gnawing ache in my head,
An empty space once owned by him
His fingers no longer can become my lips,
The voice returned to me feels foreign and strange.
I don’t know how to live my life
Without the rules demanded by the little man.
Can I find happiness in money and greed?
Should I run back to the church that has rejected me?