My Body Is a Vanity Cabinet

It feels like I'm stepping on shifting sand
The core of my being is hidden in the mist
The road to forgiveness is wavy at best
and the rivers of rage pull me under their spell

My rhymes are marching towards the piper
I wish my fears followed the same tunes
A voice in my head comes alive with daymares
The fears and regrets are crosses I must bear

I do not fear failure or the colour of the unknown
It's the comfort of familiarity that haunts my soul
A gentle reminder to ignore the inner dialogue
Hello mother, my epitaph is ready for tomorrow

Loving son, but distant sometimes
Loving partner, fearing his demise
A lucid dreamer, a hungry poet; angry quite often
Burn my weary soul, but save my body a shiny coffin