- Vol. 03
- Chapter 06
You seem to yearn for Me in a way I cannot describe. There, you hover, in my brain, Anxious to take over. Why must you reign On my parade?
I have tried to dethrone you And have failed miserably — You are a constant voice Of senselessness, burying my soul.
I try loosing, try shaking your hold, But, King of my castle, you are And disobeying is futile. Your booming voice resounds And fills the room.
My thoughts are no more. I have sheltered them, Bagged them up for safekeeping — Yet, here you are, Begging for entry, Adamant to steal them Away from me.