Prisoner of my mind

Prisoner of my mind

O prisoner of my mind, what raven-song you sing?
A mockery, a tragedy, of quests to find my wings
You’d have me play the clipper, my company the cage
And not satisfy till you have me drowned, in sorrow or in rage

Imprisoner of my mind, what command you to-day?
That I should lash unjustly, or whelm and lifeless stay?
That I should starve, insomniate, or sloth my while away?
Do what you will, but do to me, drive not my friends astray

Master of my mind, what lessons do you bring?
Tell tales of my fallacies, so hate may seep in
I’ll stab me till I’m mastered, so hand me, if not blade,
Shards from the mirrors I would shatter to be great