I shall be a mask covered in mystery
I shall be a thought provoked by your heart
Till you dare in suspend to cry.
I shall be a thought provoked by your heart
Till you dare in suspend to cry.
I shall be a roar in your deepest thought
Castigating your being like the lost of breathe
I shall be a torment to your soul
Breathing valour that must awaken your midnight sleep.
I shall be mad with wicked thoughts,
Thoughts that will reduce your ego to nothing
And make you beg for your right
Like a suspect that committed no crime.
I shall be a terror to your soul
Yes I shall be your wicked thoughts
I shall be your hate-love till you realize
That a Friday that seems good is known on a Wednesday.
�Nsikak Andrew, 19th June, 2008