The Unreal Me (the Blackness in my Heart)
©1988, 2004 John C. Lind
Have you ever paused to think about the Unreal Me?
Will you ever cease to think of live in mundane terms,
Do not presume to think that I am always nice,
Remember things are not as they always seem.
A twisted voice cajoles me to abolish all controls
And expose the Blackness in my Heart.
When you’re lying six feet under as the food for worms?
Just watch as I ascend for my malice never ends
And then you’ll feel the Blackness in my Heart.
For I’ll put you in the ground without thinking twice.
I do not turn the cheek, I strike back with a Thunderbolt
And you will know the Blackness in my Heart.