Ego Death

sick of the themes in the dreams im dreaming sick of the fiends in the friends im needing hold me tighter im a biter not a fighter im a writer with a story to tell not for sell need a bell go to hell never dwell quell the thirst you're cursed catch a hearse catch a verse you rehearsed you reversed so grab your purse and a nurse to immerse in the words of birds two thirds on herb who heard what occured who knows who knew i do or at least I did you bid you hid mid getting rid of the lid to Pandora's box so throw rocks knocks off your socks topples the blocks to the foundation of lies your spies are biased and my hands are tied ill abide and hide when its my time to dine and your ego's time to die