If I Lost Control Tonight
I'm losing...
control...
...
If my imagination left tonight,
it all would be erased
I'd be lost in dying twilight,
of damaged dreams and waste
Control of thought has become
a challenging burden to endure
Thrown from the Devil’s kingdom,
suppressing fantasies of grandeur
Heaven possesses my heart’s desire,
but the abyss beneath is calling
Angels boasting demons' attire,
are to my left, constantly crawling
To plant a seed into a heart
is a task accomplished sweetly
An ancient form of craft, an art
A procedure done discreetly
If I lost control of mind tonight
the result would be a meltdown
I'll swiftly learn to swim, despite
my natural tendency to drown
© copyright Ben D.A 2011