Active Imagination Notes 01

Hate might fill you up,
but that fire in your eyes
makes you look foolish, boy

I’ve got clouds above my head
that want to rain on your
sad, silly eyelids

You try and you try and you try
and the world maybe buys it,
but i hear those thoughts you dare not speak
and i cry about it.

(The fact that homicidal fantasies turn you on
means you've got shit to work through,
but I think having me around for all that blood-flow
makes that realization hard for you)

Don’t you know that I understand 

just how much you want to feel free?
I’m not trying to stifle you,
but you won’t let me leave.