Macbeth

I but desire the lack of Macbeth in my thoughts
Whilst he knocks on all the doors of my consciousness
Demanding to be allowed to enter, pleading to his power
and to his lost babies
.......................who sneaked in through the chimney pipe minutes before

With all my might I push to oppose his will
Fighting to overcome this mental dyskinesia
Yet close to fated to fall conquered in the battlefield
coloring the grass brand new

But I refuse to surrender

For if I lose this fight, nothing will be left
the world will twist and turn around me
time will collapse distorted into pieces

and all hope will be gone