The Maze

If you close your eyes
you could breathe fire
while remembering mind over matter
and the insanity that dwells inside you

You could catch shooting stars on your tongue
and whisper into the winds
all your terrible secrets
so that you may dream once again

The greatest romance
is that you would eat bullets
to save the ones you love
so that they may never have to face judgment

Such are the twists and turns in the maze
of struggling spirits and ghosts
cut loose by the strings attached
to the axe you play like a possessed guitar

Then perhaps you can wash your hair in the rain
ridding yourself of the dirt and grime
left by the sins of bittersweet moments
that you somehow trapped inside