RESTORE ME

I am ruled by the fantasy,

controlled and guided by ghosts.

I am adored by the fantasy,

loved and caressed by the hosts.

I am connected to the fantasy,

brother and lover I confess.

I am led by the fantasy,

down roads and alleyways to profess.

I  chose the fantasy,

to live life and dance within bliss.

Stop

My head is pounding, the room is spinning.

Oh dear God I am going to be sick.

My muscles are tight, the whole body clenched

Oh dear God where is my fix?

My bones feel brittle and weak, the whole spine collapsed

Oh dear God how do I stand?

My veins are throbbing, the blood is gushing.

Oh dear God please take my hand.

My heart is empty, the whole soul gone.

Dear God, I promise to change.

Stop

You found me lying on the street.

There was nothing left but the flesh I came with.

You took my hand and helped me rise.

There was something starting to shift.

You put your touch on my heart.

There was a jolt a piercing in my pit.

You told me to open my eyes.

There was a blinding light, I shielded from it.

You took my arms, brought them down to my side.

There was a release, a purge, shit!

STOP

He came in,

I resisted him taking my fantasy away.

He came in,

I resisted him replacing my fix.

He came in,

and said don’t you remember,

“Oh dear God”

He came in,

I admitted I am lost.

He came in,

I came to believe.

He came in,

I turned my life over.

He came in,

to restore me.

He came in,

I allowed it.

He came in

STOP