Who are you?

Who are you o’ denizen of the deep,
who lies beneath my eternal dreams,
and haunts me in my sleep?
And who am I to question in my mind,
this the very fabric of your chaotic design.

your cords bind round me tight,
and as they strangle I feel your delight.
You sell to me only fools gold,
and in the end it’s my soul that’s sold.
you cause me to ignore all those virtues I might seek,
and make promises to others you know I won't keep.

A rushing stream of will,
A race up this hill,
I feel your breath
as you close for the kill.

but in your dogmatic chase,
you forget that I will win this race.
and in your seemingly endless haste,
you overlooked the reflection in my face

I look in the glass,
and I meet you at last.
my foe, my fiend,
my seducer… myself

a good fight it’s been,
but this battle I will eventually win.
The war has been fought,
but not a man has been lost,
for you see it was only in my heart.