Get to know me. Both of me.
Only half for you. So, fortunately,
I barely know the real me.
It doesn’t bother me at all,
only half you see…
As bright as I am in daylight,
the darkness consumes my frail side.
Waking up with blood stained hands seems routine.
Maybe I should chain myself at night…
Keep my hands clean.
“Get help” is what I hear most people think.
I’m pretty sure both of me go to a different shrink…
My mind consists of plot holes.
Dangerous grounds filled with wroth moles.
I can’t decide if I’m suicidal or a soon to be murderer.
I can’t figure out if my wife left me,
or if my alter demon is the reason why I haven’t heard from her.
“Get help” is what I hear most people think.
I’m pretty sure both of me go to a different shrink…
I feel like both of me are the mirrors we look into.
I feel like slowly but surely our minds become see through.
Both of me.
I’m whatever both of me chose to be.
Holy…WOW.
I would love to see you make this into lyrics.
I’ll give it a try soon!
YES!!!
Well, that took way longer than I thought. This one was a b*tch to get right for some reason haha.
Cleverly penned, Drieks. Incredible write my friend. Phenomenal storytelling. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian!
Hoi hoi
Hope this finds you well.
It’s no secret that I am a fan of your writes.
Ik neem er altijd wel wat van mee.
Thank you!
Take care!
Go go go Drieks! (Love the artwork too!)
Kind regards, Gus
Hey Gus!
So nice to see you here!
Bedankt voor je mooie woorden.
Groetjes!
Powerful work. Excellent.
Thank you so much Thomas 🙏🏻