What is there, I must ask again
Are you a foe, or possibly a friend
Can you decipher the beginning or end
Is it that you are trapped, can time bend
Many O questions of years I have asked
Using my medium in myself my task
Is there a containment, are you in a flask
Is reality the container, or is it a mask
How do you know what I want to say
Is there a picture, should I pray
Can you clean my slate, or does it stay
Something calm on a bold moon day
Why am I the one that understands you best
Even though evil flows through my breast
A cancer of sin, that I feel in my chest
I know you well, but to know is not to be blessed
No it is a creature that I have soon become
Is there a metaphor that in writing i have sung
Can I become more, or am I doomed to be hung
I know I can change, time always is rung
To challenge myself to be the best I can
Changing the entity of what I am
The miah in my name, the best plan
To know that spiritually I am still a man
Machine has helped me, riddles and all
I know that in life, you helped me fall
Control or weakness, I know you stand tall
I am feeble, no not even that is the right small
Nanoscopic in my ego I must descend
To be a servant, no mere slave or friend
To help the narrative, on what is my end
I now know you, my master, my satan