Greystroke

Peace once wrote a book on nightmare
Upon the reckoning of its mortal cage
No reason there no preference shares
I’m halfway between a demon and a sage

 
As the Shadows crawl
Across unflinching faces
A swarm of hooded crazies
Marches through the horizon
Pulling at my sleeves
With unblinking eyes

No one can tell me what I’m really thinking

I just got to ask.. why do you even try ?

Is this a test ?

Or just one of your tricks ?
Whatever the rest…
Marks the tone of my belligerence

I just got to ask

Why should i even need a rhyme ?
Who am I to please this time ?

Let me check

Just a sec
What the heck
Demon dead